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Azadah’s arms were soon burning with the load she’d been given to carry; Geti had seen opportunity and shifted all of the heavy items to Azadah’s basket. They moved out beyond the last awning of the market and headed north across the city. No car waited, nor a cart. Though the woman was stout and old, she continued to move steadily along despite her burden.
Not a word had passed between them as they shopped, though Geti had plenty to say to the shopkeepers. “This is for a very special man. A very important man. You must give me your best, but at your best price.”
Azadah was at first impressed at the prices Geti could get from the merchants, but soon learned to watch their expressions. Some were cautious men, where others looked eager to curry favor. The more she watched, the more she
