“This lot of jars was made as a special order for the Palace kitchens. In fact, I’m waiting for the deliverymen to collect them. But I’ll have more ready next week, if you’d care to come by then.”
“Who did that?!!!”
“Careless idiot! Those jars were commissioned by the head cook of the Palace!”
The potter puts up a shout, and before long you find yourself surrounded by guardsmen…
who, it seems, are on commission from the slave traders.
“Fine jars, aren’t they? Destined for the Palace kitchens, every one of them.”
“Magnificent jars, aren’t they? They’re a special order for the Palace kitchens. In fact, I’m just waiting for the carriers to come get them.”
“I’m afraid I can’t talk more just now. I’m waiting for some people from the Palace. But do feel free to examine the wares!”
