“Pleasure doing business with you” the Shopkeeper says taking the coins. As the transaction takes place the bell at the door rings. A Large armoured figure enters keeping his head low. Carefully avoiding eye contact. He walks up to the counter, still staring at the floor. “Yes, I’d like 300 000 pounds of live chum”
The Shopkeeper sighs, “You again? It’s in the back, gimme the 150 000, and get your buddies to haul it to the sea”
“Much obliged, I’ll be back next week” the figure makes an odd clicking noise. As he deposits a large clinking bag of coins on the counter. He shoots a click glance at Mako, who might have seen the outline of Mandibles where his mouth should have been. If he were looking.