This is a direct continuation of my first book.
(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer
So if you haven't read that book yet, go read it because you will be VERY confused if you don't!
I know year 2020 has already come and gone for us...
Leonidas's storytelling while also turning the pages of the old sketchbook... ——————————————
It was a busy day at the local Grecian port city. Imaad was busy haggling with the Port Master to lower the prices for their cargo unloading. The Port Master was unnecessarily stubborn.
"We've been over this a thousand times, why even bother Imaad. We all know your entire crew is wealthier than half the noble families of the entire harbor city!"
Imaad leaned over the wooden podium where the shipping ledger was open and awaiting the newest amount of payment to be made for the unloading of the ships cargo.
A payment that has yet to be made.
Imaad sighed into his hand as he chuckled humorlessly.
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His long hair draped over his left eye, he's been needing it cut for months now, but he refuses to allow anyone but Miruku to cut it after the last few times of uneven hair length. He's finally grown it out to the point that he can cut it to where most of the strands will be of even length.
He chuckled softly before speaking. "Raising the prices for one ship in the harbor without doing the same for the others is something I'd hardly deem as a justifiable business transaction?"
He hummed in speculation before leveling his gaze into a stern glare.
"Either you raise the prices for everyone else so it meets the same outlandish amount you're attempting to charge onto my crew, and risk facing the wrath of the other sailors..."
He side-eyed the growing group of sailors who were listening in on this conversation, the Port Master also noticed the growing crowd and immediately sneered at what Imaad was doing.
Imaad mentally smirked as he spoke softly with a fake smile and even faker sense of care towards the Port Master's job. "Or you can lower the prices back to what they previously were and we'll part ways without causing anymore "unnecessary" confrontations."
Imaad's eyes gleamed with an unspoken threat. "It's your choice as always Port Master, but considering that we're your most profitable crew in regards to the expensivequality of our goods..."
He looked around and grimaced.
"Over that expensive but severely lacking inoverallquality andnot to mentionheavily overpriced by the sheer quantity of most goods from the foreign seafaring traders nowadays and well..."
He side-eyed many of the foreign traders and even the local ones and smiled good-naturedly. "No offense, but my profession is heavily tied to the coin pouches of business transactions long before my many years at sea with Captain Najjar. I happen to know quality when I see it...and this Port Master clearly does as well if he deems is amicable to raise the prices to abysmal levels."
