nobody can give you freedom,
but you can create freedom.
but you can create freedom.
The port was bustling with sounds, people. The overlapping voices created a roar, one that he found to be rather satisfying. He had his legal, high-end items front and center; though those who dealt with him knew how to ask about the rest.
Today, the biggest topic of conversation had been about the fabric used on the dresses, and where they were from. The fabric was soft, silky, and while none of the women who had approached him about them had managed to get him to give them one for less than it was worth, other items were selling quite easily.
He was writing down his sales, what he had sold and what he had gotten for the item, leaning against the railing behind of him. His ship, while not overly large, was docked behind of him, kept in his sight. It made for easy cleanup, piling unsold merchandise back onto the ship, and meeting customers after-dark for more discreet sales.
A shadow was cast over him, as someone approached the booth, and he closed the ledger and flashed a charming smile. "Good afternoon, what's caught your eye?"
Phoebe
Today, the biggest topic of conversation had been about the fabric used on the dresses, and where they were from. The fabric was soft, silky, and while none of the women who had approached him about them had managed to get him to give them one for less than it was worth, other items were selling quite easily.
He was writing down his sales, what he had sold and what he had gotten for the item, leaning against the railing behind of him. His ship, while not overly large, was docked behind of him, kept in his sight. It made for easy cleanup, piling unsold merchandise back onto the ship, and meeting customers after-dark for more discreet sales.
A shadow was cast over him, as someone approached the booth, and he closed the ledger and flashed a charming smile. "Good afternoon, what's caught your eye?"
Elias
