The remaining crewmembers on the dock, those standing around the crates and the Mienfoo, all seemed somewhat uncomfortable by the sudden appearance of soldiers on the dock. The Samurott captain, on the other hand, stood his ground, a slight frown the only show of emotion.
"'Almighty Henlow, eh?" the Samurott looked past the soldiers at the city beyond, "How quaint." He returned his attention back to the Bisharp. "Do you always greet merchants with an armed guard? No wonder you little city is so far off any major trade route."
The Mienfoo cleared his throat, and then spoke up himself, not wanting his captain to give too poor a first impression, "We bring goods to sell from the southern lands. We have coffee beans and cocoa beans, cane sugar, cinnamon, saffron, vanilla, and ginger. In return we will accept gold or iron, timber, bolts of cotton or flax canvas, sulfur, willow bark and leaves, oil of thyme, saltpeter, parchment, and charcoal, in amounts of equal value to what we trade. We will also trade for provisions for our return voyage."