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The Market square. Havila.

"Oh boy, that's some beauty."

The rough man attending to the man in cloak got distracted by the strange lady walking through the market. He had filled the coconut oil to brim that he didn't notice that twas already overflowing.

"Concentrate, retard."

The man in cloak cussed. He didn't seem to be moved by the lady. Aside him