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Janan stared at the idol for a minute, horrified. His hands trembled and the idol clattered to the floor. What have I done!? He had killed a brother. A fellow chosen of Giratina. That couldn't be. This far into Carthak, no way. He wielded a cleaver. A weapon meant for cutting threw meat like a barbarian. He couldn't be of the chosen.

He shoved the idol back into the box and frantically looked over the papers. Anything to distract him right now.
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.