@Hyena:
You walk around the market and try to determine which booth is best for each type of gear you're trying to sell. There are booths that specialize in magical countermeasures to aid in smuggling (biofiber is apparently a hot item these days), booths specializing in drugs that mages seem to crave such as Psyche, magical weapons and foci, and even one surrounded by annoying watcher spirits hawking the services of bound spirits. You manage to sell all the items at decent prices, as even the non-magical items have a use for people in the brutal city of Lagos.
[OOC: You sell all the items for a use price 30% of their original value, go ahead and roll Negotiation(2) on the Zoe Heritage Line Armor and the Moonlight katana sword cane and you can apply hits at +10% price per hit over the base threshold of (2)]
You find Eugene in the middle of an animated conversation with his uncle, both of whom look in your direction with unfocused eyes. It's obvious that they're trying to assense you. You roll your eyes and tell Eugene that it's time to go.
@Hyena & Eugene:
As you both walk out of the market, you hear the sound of a young girl yelling for help in Yoruba, followed by the sound of a heavy door slamming shut. You see a small sandy-colored brick building immediately outside the market's entrance, and there is an older-looking ork standing in the doorway wearing the old version of the Igbo tribe's commonly worn outfit. As you look in his direction he walks hastily inside and closes the flimsy-looking door behind him.
What do you do?