Q: Where do these spices come from?
A: Well well well my dear friend, wouldn't you want to know. But know you want to, so be prepared to hear the fabulous tale of intrigue and betrayal. We go all the way east where Eagles are twenty fit big, large enough to pick up an elephant kid. Those birds of prey, they fly high in the sky, and they pick out the twigs, from our wonderful tree, from lands unknown, for them to build a nestled home. In the winter when all the words are deep in sleep, the bravest of the bravest of the men amongst us, sneaks up high in the mountains, right to the giant eagles' nest, and steals in great secrecy a piece of the very secret spice. Hidden in thick clothes he runs, away from the bird's powerful vision. He comes to base and hands it in, and for a whole book he is not to be seen, for the man needs rest, and recovery, from an adventure of a lifetime. From there we bring the spices to you, dear sire!
Q: What are your margins on these anyway?
A: Oh dear sir you don't mind, we aren't making much money, I swear on my own dear bride. Our enemy might say, oh you fool, what he bought for seven dirhams in the Eastern waters, he sells you for four thousand, but listen not to talks of these goddamn fools. Listen sir, listen, this trail of misery and suffering, where hardworking men of the imperial environment, toil away in the sun, flowing with their sweat and blood, work day in day out, to bring in what you care about. And then dearest of sirs, the topmost of our customers, you ask if we're being real? Sir let me tell you this: not in the world wde world of the East, was anybody able to bring up books to counter those that did exist. A
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