"Kekeke! Told you to stop sleeping in the brothel like a complete wastrel, fatty." The poor but muscular one mocks Ian.
"Brother Grunt, I told you many times! This stupid slave makes no money!" He says while pointing dismissively behind him with a finger.
"Hahaha! I can't believe you still bring this stupid excuse up. She alone is making more money than I do, and I adventure together with my two slaves. You just drink and fuck all the coins away as soon as you get your grubby, greasy fingers on them! If you are interested, I'm still down to trade these two for her! I will even add in an extra gold coin!" Grunt replies. The two ladies behind him lose their composure for a few short moments as they grimace.
I can't decide if it's because they are being treated as tradable merchandise or because they imagined the not-so-alluring prospect of serving Ian.
