My good merchant, or you the owner of the stall or a mere employee? It seems so very peculiar that you own a stall yet have no control of even who purchases what.
I've read in books, of past history, of how men, to escape death, have formed good alibi to save their skin. How do we know you are not doing the same?
I haveth found that you're dealings as smooth as waves of the ocean. And on the words of the Inquisitor:
Vote: Mustafa
If you are innocent, thou shalt be avenged with the condemning of the Inquisitor's informer!
The Inquisitor, though aiding in the purification of this beloved town, is mixed with informers and who knows what?
Why don't we all go for a bath and see who floats?