Though rather than walking along the cobbled rue of Jad's main thoroughfare, Asia led us down the length of the boardwalk that stretched out between her many piers. And there we became sidetracked as one of the merchant marines dragged a squallid and gaunt looking fellow in chains right across the plank. And as Asia began to haggle over his price with the sailor, I stood back and watched for awhile.
Yet on the opposite side of the pier railings, a woman with a large and colorful carpet bag crashed right into me. We were both so momentarily shocked, yet I the more appologetic. It was when she reached to touch my face, assuring me that we ought to run into one another again soon.. that I caught a little peek down into her large and colorful bag. It was filled more than halfway with money pouches.
No sooner had she left, Domitian arrived. It is best not to ponder too hard upon the inexplicable series of events that might make up a single day.
The slave Skewer had only just arrived. Yet it seemed it was I who would be leaving. With Papillion's guardian.
