Fernando inhales the salty air of the shore, pulling the rope attached to Genevra's neck, carefully guiding the cow out of the ship through the feeble wooden ramp. If his cart were to fall in the water, his life was over. There was no money to start over. He then looked around, deciding what would be best to try and trade in batches with the local traders, to wait for customers in retail, or to head directly to the merchants guild and wholesale everything. Before he could make a decision, however, someone with the looks of an important person came to him. A proper greeting was required. "Ah, hello, and thank you for the warm welcome." He looks around, trying to see if there was any sign of menace, relaxing upon verifying all was good. "I'm Fernando, a trader by profession. I'm here bringing exquisite pelts from the south. Would you happen to know what merchant guilds would be interested in such goods?"
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