Karsipengpas pointed to the laborers ahead who were straining to transport the iron ore and said in a low voice, "See, these poor fellows used to be the high and mighty Sarabians, always shouting to kill us."
Onomabatis suddenly realized and said, "No wonder these guys are so clumsy at handling goods, so that's why!"
"There are many good things in that marketplace, all looted from the homes of wealthy Sarabians, but they're sold very cheaply. The new clothes your sister-in-law is wearing and that beautiful set of drinkware we used last time we drank were bought here. Once we're done with our tasks, you can browse the marketplace; maybe you'll find something nice you want."
Though what Karsipengpas said intrigued Onomabatis, he cautiously replied, "If things go smoothly, I'll consider it."
"Trust me, it will go smoothly!" Karsipengpas responded confidently.
