Astapor

[dienekes]

"I brought enough coin for 3,000." Gamlin sneered. He'd been hoping for more but time was of the essence. If that was all he could have then so be it. "So how we be finishin this deal?"

[swammeyjoe]

A ship from the Summer Isles arrives, seeking to purchase Unsullied.

[The Smith]

The man nods and waves him over and the work out the detials. Once they see ascertain the man's letters they are willing to deal. Gamlin is sold 1000 Unsullied, but told of all the conditions necessary to take ownership of them.

[dienekes]

OOC: wait hold on what happened to my 2000 ready now, 1000 more in a few weeks?

[dhollanar]

Dhollanar asked to see the Masters of Astapor. "I want to sell 50 slaves. They crewed a Lysenian galley, all of them strong, young men. How much can I get for them?"

[Imry Willfyre]

Evander Storm lands in Astapor and immediately requests passage to Asshai from one of the trading captains at port.

[dhollanar]

Dhollanar heard the man speak to one of the trading captains
"A passage to Asshai you say...These idiotic sailors could barely sail to Volantis. I actually may be on my way to Asshai, so if you would like to come aboard my ship just say it. I am sailing off as soon as I sell my slaves."

[Imry Willfyre]

"Is this true?", Evander said, eying the stranger. Evander was dressed in the priestly red robes of R'hllor, held together with a yellow belt. At his side however hung a well-crafted longsword.

[dhollanar]

As Dhollanar was looking at the man he saw the red robe the man wore. "It is a long way to Asshai and the night is dark and full of shadows. Say that you want it and you can come aboard The Sealord's Bastard-said Dhollanar

[The Stranger]

A Master of Astapor was watching this slow going spectacle with his eyebrow raised, tugging at the fringes on of tokar.

"When you two fishwives are finished, let me know. It is so hot out my balls are sweating."

[dhollanar]

"Oh, I can deal with you now, he can wait for a while. Let's do buisness!"-said Dhollanar

[Imry Willfyre]

"Alright", Evander said, "I don't have much coin though."

[The Stranger]

"Well, where are your slaves, let me see them." The master said, sniffing in the air like a suspicious rodent.

[dhollanar]

"They are on my galley, The Merchant's Cry." Said Dhollanar "Come, follow me." He walked and the fat Master followed him. They entered one of Dhollanar's two ships, a fat, black galley. Dhollanar whispered something to a gigantic man with an arakh on his belt. The man ran down in the ship and soon he came back with the fifty slaves.
"What do you think?"-Dhollanar asked

[The Stranger]

The master sniffed again, "I think they are rotten. This one," the master poked a slave in the thigh, "looks like he's been used up mining salt or some such, and that one," he pointed at another, "is a bag of bones. They are clearly useless, empty mouths. You should pay me to take them off your hands. I'll give you three a head, and count yourself lucky."