I really don’t understand these traders. It doesn’t matter what their cultural values are; you can offer them a hundred kilos of freshly butchered people meat and racks of tailored human-skin clothing, and every one of them responds, “sure, I know a guy I can sell that to.” Even if it were legal here, I’m confident that it would be a rare shopkeeper that who would count me a bestie if I regularly stopped by to donate meals and clothing made from people.