Halp! We have been taken over by the cold one calling himself Makara. Where is Mistress Sparrow??
He walks about the shop moving everything around and calls it tidying.
I say Bird droppings on his tidying!
The sailors he brings in are loud. And stinky. Do they know there is a bath house? Groooss. Help us please!
Save us from this winged menace. Come work for us. In the shop. Come work in the shop. We need sailors that bathe. Traders who can count. And appraisers who understand value. And profit! Yes! Profit!