EJIMA
He deepened his hands into the purse, strapped on his waist, and brought out a wooden box, similar to the one beside Bozo.
“My lord can have mine. Not the best, but powerful enough to soothe your palate.”
Bozo snatched the box from the man’s hands and started driving tones and tones of the black powder into his nose, with his thumb.
The tobacco was not as smooth as he would have wanted them. But it was powerful as Chimba had predicted, enough to keep him sane until noon.
“Ahh, this is good.”
Bozo rubbed his nose. Chimba smiled and buckled his purse. He did not move again. For all Bozo could tell, the man had suddenly grown into a statue of some sort.
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