“There is a parcel that needs to be taken to Master Mart. He said a missioner from north would pick it up today. We were wondering if you are the missioner,” the same man says. Tirad sighs. He doesn’t know whether to go along with them and find out about this parcel or leave it alone. The parcel could say a lot about Mart. But what if they need something from him in return, coins or documents? He can never understand why Mart does so many complicated things.

“I was going to bring it up… But the death news of the First Disciple drowned me with sorrow… I got distracted. Master Mart is waiting for the parcel,” Tirad says hesitantly. The men stare at his bag, probably waiting for him to show them a document. Tirad searches his bag, pretending to look for a letter; he takes out a few pages and looks between his papers and reports. He then turns to the men regrettably saying that he must have lost the paper. He knows this lie doesn’t hold. He just hopes that they were waiting for a paper not anything else. The three men start talking to each other again, deciding whether to give him the parcel without the paper or not. Tirad is relieved that he had told the right lie; they were waiting for him to show a documented paper.

“Please wait… We need to ask one more person…since you don’t have the papers…” the guard says very politely. Tirad nods. Narivan and Dalia are looking at him horridly and with anger. Of course, they can’t understand why he is playing along like this. But he needs proof of Mart’s unusual businesses and hidden agendas and now he has a chance. The two men say goodbye and leave the boat, walking towards the naval ladder. Another fast boat approaches the platform.

“I doubt you could get your tattoo in the Saviour Island now since they are mourning,” the guard says to Dalia, as he jumps to the platform to help the fast boat dock. Narivan goes to Tirad and anxiously points at the new boat that is tying its rope to the platform.

“This might be the courier from Oxan with the news about the fire and your arrest warrant… We should leave now!” Narivan says in Tirad’s ears. Tirad understands his worry but he has to see what Mart’s parcel is all about. The courier boat doesn’t have any passengers, just the boatman. Obviously, it is not coming from any place far and it’s not travelling to far distances. The boatman gets off his courier boat, stares at Tirad and the two other passengers and whispers in the guard’s ears. He then climbs the ladder up the naval. As soon as the boatman reaches the top of the ladder, another man climbs down with a sack. The sack is obviously filled with coins and too heavy for the man who has to lay it on his shoulder as he climbs down. Comparing to the sack Tirad had taken from Mart’s room, this sack should have more than one thousand coins in it. But why did Mart want all that coin? To what do they owe him so much money? The guard won’t probably say anything but the man carrying the sack might say so. When he gets down the ladder, the guard tells him something. He loosens his step and his face becomes pale. He seems scared and relieved at the same time for he was to do something very stupid. Tirad feels sorry for them, being Mart’s playthings. He doesn’t know what Mart had blackmailed them for to get so many coins in return.