Bothos enters the Agora on a plain brown horse wearing only mildly exquisite robes. Beside him ride the captain of his guard and a small, withered Athenian, head sagging. Trawling through the marketplace, seemingly aimlessly Bothos suddenly finds the man he is looking for. A big man lavishly jewelled in pearls and gold from all corners of the known world, who is standing next to an filthy enclosure filled with 'the meat', the worthless, rotting slaves, good for nothing but dieing.

Greetings my good trader. I wish to trade in this excellent quality clerk who is a wonder with the abacus. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that I will be undertaking a long trip in the not so distant future and have to wave goodbye to his services. I hear 100 mnai is good price these days?