He was not sure what to think when he finally saw the man’s face. He’d seen men beaten half to death mistake luck for divine intervention. One of his older sisters, even, had married off the island to a Christian man before he’d been lured off.

The woodenness shifted to something gentler, though not by much.

Considering this was likely not the last time he saw this man, Ropati opted not to comment on his reluctance. Whether he was better or worse than the men he currently sold to remained to be seen. At least it sounded as though he would be free of him soon.

… Then, he asked directions.

“Saint Hilda’s, or the Methodist one?”