We listen to Fe'Burrito and from the other side of the market, move into the neighbouring building. We're heading to a slave storehouse. Though I say a storehouse, there are iron bars attached to pulleys lined up in a row, and inside those are slaves. The inside of the bars are about a tatami mat in size and all have one or two slaves inside. Before they're brought to the marketplace, they're washed and covered in oil, but right now they stink. The slaves inside are crying children, and glaring slaves who send killing intent our way.
Inside the warehouse are a number of people like us who are directly trading.
Fe'Burrito walks between the barred cages. He then calls for a man standing to the side. It's probably a subordinate.
We head further in. We stop in front of one of the cages.