If you have the names of the butchers or their shop add it here.
On the first day of the second week you are sent across the river, to the east bank, for the first time. The sergeant tells you the First Deputy is not happy with our destruction of the warehouse. In her words "Fire is the business of the fire brigade."
On that day, before midday, you come upon a store front not far from the docks. It is a larger store, likely a small warehouse that has been extensively remodeled. There is a tall, thin man in a very heavy robe, with dark skin, yelling in a language that even Gneetaugh doesn't speak, at a group of younger men. They are carefully, but slowly, rolling casks and kegs into the back of the building.
When you approach, he bids them stop with a dismissive waive of his hand. "Greetings men of the law. I am Pagini al-Kelmar, purveyor of fine drink. Glad I am to see that there is some order in this place. Already I am accosted by ruffians and harried by foppish whelps."