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The first and foremost Leviathan that outsiders tend to meet. The Nikolia Trading Post Leviathan serves as Cannogakure's face to would be trade and business contacts, whether that is for finished goods from the Nagato Clan, or contracts with Rastai Kaan's Ninjas.

The Nikolia Leviathan, unlike normal leviathans, has no domiciles upon it, but the entire surface of the beast has been given over to commerce, conference rooms to hammer out deals, warehouses to store inventory. The sole resident upon it is the Tam who guides the Leviathan.

A loud clicking noise came from the Tam upon the Leviathan as it slowed to a stop, his legs folding under itself, lowering the leviathan closer to the ground level until it's belly was buried in the earth, a ponderous, slow process that started when the would be trader was first spotted, and would be barely complete several minutes later.

With the Leviathan grounded, a figure aboard the structures upon the back came out of the buildings. He carried a large board, sliding it out across the deck, linked in by hooks so it would not fall free from that lofty position. The board swung out and down, a rough, railless gangplank down to the ground.

The man who lowered the gangplank still stood there by it, standing guard over the entrance. He was clothed in loose pants, a light blue, with a wide sash belt sinching them up, leather sandles upon his feet, a white, short sleeved shirt and two sashes upon his shoulders, crossing at his chest to loop around opposite hips, he seemed unarmed, but he was relatively tall, and obviously fit. His arms were crossed over his chest, watching the stranger and his little leashed 'pet'.

The man had ignored the boy. There was no attempt to help him up, nor any attempt to harm him. He stood impassively until the man finally ascended. With a grunt, and a nod of his head he answered, "As open as the sky is wide," to the bandit.

"What is the nature of your business?"

The man grunted, tossing his head to the side to indicate that the man, and his trade goods, should follow after him. Not a word said, he lead the way down deeper into the Leviathan's structures. Wooden boards served as the "ground", towering buildings on either side of the pathway. These buildings seemed to narrow above them, finally coming together nearly 12 feet over thier heads.

The walls on either side were fairly close even at ground level, leaving only 4 feet between them. The astute might notice there was a strange pattern of small holes in the wall, from the floor up to 7 feet on the wall, where it just stopped.

The man walked with measured steps, moving neither slowly nor in haste, but setting an easy pace. After 20 feet, there was an intersection, a standard four way, he turned left, gesturing once more for the two to follow him.

The journey did not take much longer. 20 feet from that intersection, one of the walls had a large opening. No door, though it was clearly meant as a doorway. Not even a cloth across the portal, or a bunch of beaded strings like some dirty hippie abode. The man who had been thier guide stood, arms crossed, just past that door. He spun on his heels, staring back at the bandit. The meaning was clear, here was his stop, the man was going to go no farther.

Inside the door was a very small room. A 10' by 10' cell. The walls each had a similiar doorway, dead center, dark portals without light. On either side of the doorways were shelf units stacked with various odds and ends. Scrolls, paper, ropes, strongboxes, bottles, tinctures, bolts of cloth, ingots of ores, animal body parts, some pelts and skin, some floating in jars. Even occasional weapons ranging from the small, throwing projectiles to some larger blades.

One woman stood by the doorway opposite of the entrance. She was dressed quite similiarly to the man outside, at least so it appeared in the very dim light of the room, the only source ambient sunlight through the doorway. She was short, only 5'4" tall, long straight hair, a dark color though it could have been any in that light. She seemed quite slender, dressed in the same style as her compatriot.

"What do you have for us?"

The woman stepped forward, approaching the boy. There was no motherly concern in this woman's face. She bent over, reaching down for Verito's nearest arm, and presuming she got a grip, would use that to haul the boy to his feet. She didnt' hold him up from there, she wanted to see if he could stand on his own as she did a cursory inspection of the good.

"Does this boy have any skills?" the woman asked. Her voice was quiet compared to the bandit's hawking.

The woman's hand reached for the boy's chin, drawing his gaze up towards her own face, and holding his chin in a strong grip, rough, calloused hands firmly locked onto him. Her other hand came up, pulling back his lips, getting a good look at the kid's gums and teeth, judging his health by them like one might do when trading horseflesh. She'd use the grip on his chin to move his face around, giving her a good view of both sides, even the back teeth.

Once done, she hummed to herself, releasing the kid as she went over towards one of the shelves.

"Just a few more tests... and then we can settle on a price," she informed the Bandit, even as she pulled out a small little slip of paper from the shelf.

The woman took out the paper, crossing back over to the Livestock. Her hand grasped out for his wristing, pulling painfully should he resist and put up a fuss. She would jam that paper into his hand, waiting for it to show just what spiritual affinities and strengths that the child might have had.

"When was the last time he was fed?" the woman asked, still checking over the kid, feeling up his arm, shoulder, around his ribs, seeing if he was fit and had at least a little muscle on him.