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As a father wouldn’t you wish for a better life for your son?

When she asked about their profession and learned of the process of dyeing the cloth that made these linen so expensive, he in turn asked about her scarred slave. She corrected him gently. Rafik was no longer a slave, he was a free man now serving as her bodyguard.

He couldn’t resist asking her another hopeful question, masking it beneath a playful tone, but deep down he knew the request couldn't be realized.

They are on the island of Tyre this time, watching some Phoenician slaves work on these garments near the coast. There's a theory around that the word Phoenician may have meant "the purple people" or "land of the purple" and that color may have been the answer of why they were fucking everywhere in the Mediterranean, that color was coveted by those in power and they were great navigators and traders.
Seems like they were pretty chill people since there isn't lots of info about their military prowess nor mentions of them being absolute cunts conquering the neighbors, guess their gods didn't promise them some land. So most let them have colonies for trading.

Tyrian purple one of the most expensives dyes in history, pretty much normal if you need to crush about tens of thousands of sea snails to get anything out of it.

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