"You got a good piece coast. Plenty rosmaroj. Where the two slaves you owe me?"
"I owe you two slaves?"
"You owe me two slaves, don't play like stupid. I got the iron arrows for you from the D'zertanoj, one slave you paid with died. You still owe other one."
"I got two slaves for you. I got two slaves more I pulled out of the ocean."
"You got a good piece coast."
Ch'aka walked down his line of slaves until he came to the over-bold one he had half-crippled with a kick the day before. Pulling him to his feet he booted him towards the other mob.
"Here's a good one," he said, delivering the goods with a last parting kick.
"Look skinny. Not too good."
"No, all muscles. Works hard. Doesn't eat much."
"You're a liar!"