You quickly discerned that the papers were a log of Sassnid slaves that the man, whose name was Gehndar, had freed and sent to a woman in Kush named Kasha. There were some middlemen, but Gehndar had been the one to sneak them out of their deprived situations in Karfmietta and set them on the road to freedom. He had gotten over two hundred slaves out of their fetters, though he had slowed down in recent months while making notes about almost being caught and being followed.
Thankfully, nobody in the bar seemed to hear your words. Nobody came to bother you.