The Market square. Havila.

"Oh boy, that's some beauty."

The rough man attending to the man in cloak got distracted by the strange lady walking through the market. He had filled the coconut oil to brim that he didn't notice that twas already overflowing.

"Concentrate, retard."

The man in cloak cussed. He didn't seem to be moved by the lady. Aside him, every other men who looked in the direction of the half-naked lady were enthralled by her curves and walk steps.

"I won't have you insult me on my commodity. Be gone, you dog."

The rough man shot in rage. The man in cloak grabbed the gallon of coconut...