"I have secured the transfer of twenty four of your people to me," he says, gesturing toward his servant. "Your advisor will go ahead with Gerard here to ensure that we have everyone. Then you and I will join them in your tribe's encampment, and I will officially turn them over to you. It does not do for a buyer of my stature—and by extension, yours—to be treading the docks in person, I hope you understand. But I want you to be there, Basileios, when your people return home."
"I'll see you at the camp, Basileios" says Drazha, getting to her feet and turning to Gerard. "Lead on."
"It's always a pleasure making a good deal," says Utrio, reflectively, once the others have departed. "Even if it is someone else who ultimately reaps the benefit. I think a little celebration is in order, don't you?"
He beckons one of his guards over. "Fetch drinks for us, Curt. Not the usual rubbish we give the guests—the good stuff, you know?" He turns back to you. "What'll it be, Basileios? Ale? Wine? Something stronger? I'm partial to a daokun myself. It's a drink from the Dragon Islands. I believe they make it out of distilled grass or some damn thing, but it packs a punch!"