George
William "The merchant"
Terresol Sea

The biscuit tasted good enough. Salty and sweet at the same time, which was odd, really, but it was a biscuit made to last during long trips. So not much could be done about that. 

"Ah, it is just as special as one might think. Such is why there are lots and lots of people looking to buy you, gentleman. Now, I have chosen a buyer, so long as I find out where he is... And for a specific reason: spying. I believe you had been trained and told about that already, so it is strange how you forgot. Regardless, you will help to take slavery down from the inside. You may as well know how badly you can be treated, and if it was not me selling you, it is unlikely that you would get a chance to pay your way out... Because you will have a chance for that, and much more. I will help you, Ean. So long as you consent to being sold and enslaved... Believe me, I hate having to do this as much as you hate becoming property. But there is no other way for slavery to be destroyed other than from the inside. And besides... Being my spy has many benefits."

A barrel of mushjoy was brought in by some of the merchant's employees, and it was opened to show what was inside of it.

"Such as mushjoy. A great product, high on my sales. You certainly could have a barrel a week of it... And just befall upon sheer joy, like the name implies."

Ean
Terresol Sea

"You misunderstand, I didn't forget what I am or what am I supposed to do. I know what I should do, though I have been told that a spy should not ask some questions about the things they should not learn in the case they get caught. Anyway, I give my full consent."

Ean takes a look at the mushjoy, which might be useful to take a little from. Not to consume it, obviously, as he knew enough about how herbal stimulants are thanks to his botanic knowledge. He would nod, though. After all, it was a useful item.

"I would like to get some, not for my own consumption though. It is a herbal stimulant, I take it? I know a little because of my past interests, though its name suggests of it being made of mushroom." He would ask.
Charles
A messenger 
Terresol



*William
It has been a bit of time since last we spoke. I apologize for my sudden departure but I was alerted to an offer I could not let expire. I am writing from Swinford, in Northwind. I hope this letter arrives with you in good health. I hope to be able to leave soon as they have me under watch to determine if I have any ulterior motives. I am sending this with a small chest of jewels we acquired near the border. 
Leviticus Cortezial*

The messenger arrived at the port and searched for the Merchant.
George
William "The merchant"
Terresol Sea

Will heard the elf intently, specially on the part of him consenting to being sold. It was not really common for a slave to agree with their captors on the fact of being sold, but such was the case, and the merchant was thankful of that.

"You were right about that, but even so I did not desire to leave you blind on things. Now... The part about mushjoy, I understand, fully. But the transportation of the barrel would be hard for you, no? Well, I will cut you a slack and separate a whole barrel's content in several small deliveries through each day, made through small boxes. That would also give you wood, which could come in handy, and easy enough to be hidden in whatever you have on you."

Meanwhile, a man had gone to retrieve the letter from the messenger, seeing how the merchant had people around everywhere, and went with a small boat to arrive on the merchant's ship. He went aboard, and gave William the message before departing. Will read the letter with curiosity before making a decision.
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"Ean... There is a man in Swinford. I had met him before, and he has promised me to be good with taking down the kingdoms' men, seeing how each and every government wants the people to be shackled. Now... I want you to message me, every time that you can, with news of what he has been doing and any important events. An employee of mine will get your letters and deliver them to me. Do not fret, for I have people everywhere, just try to find a public place where someone could see your signal before you move into somewhere hidden—but whenever you have something important to relate, or anything to relate really, suck on your thumb. That is a way to signify for my employee to get to you."

He thought a bit more, talking again after a while

"I will every once in a while give you instructions. You may even be asked to infiltrate and become a slave for someone else, depending on what I find to be the best way to take on the foes of freedom. Ah, and the men that will escort you will disguise themselves as the soldiers of an old friend of Leviticus, the man who I will sell you to. So, any questions?"

Several men using dark padded armor showed up in front of the door, a few pieces of metal being tied to so spots of their padding, such as knees, elbows, shoulders... As William awaited for an answer, he begun to write a response letter of his own.