His first stop had been a success, so after verifying the amount and quality of the fish – this was Kaiholo, after all – Hadama carefully sealed the mouth of the bag by rolling it closed and securing it around itself. He pulled it into the water and then swam a little farther down the canal, towards the next vendor on his list—
Ah. A woman stood near the edge of the canal, between him and the stall he sought. He waited patiently to see if she had business of her own to transact but it quickly became clear that she didn’t. After a moment’s consideration he cleared his throat politely before rumbling: ”Excuse me. I need to speak to the man behind you.” And he nodded towards the swarthy fishmonger with his pickled goods.
Ah. A woman stood near the edge of the canal, between him and the stall he sought. He waited patiently to see if she had business of her own to transact but it quickly became clear that she didn’t. After a moment’s consideration he cleared his throat politely before rumbling: ”Excuse me. I need to speak to the man behind you.” And he nodded towards the swarthy fishmonger with his pickled goods.
