Ten Thousand Armies were many, and half of them were Oskians, while the others were a mix of other nationalities.

With such diversity, assimilating a few locals was really no trouble.

Charlie then asked, "How are things over at the fishing port? Will it draw attention?"

"Nope," Merlin smiled, shaking his head. "Management is in tatters, what with thousands of fishing boats of various sizes coming in and out of the port every day. Most of the residents in the area are fishermen, and the cultures are diverse. There are cliques here and there, but there's no major organization, and since most are locals, we won't draw much attention.

"The coast guard here is also pretty lax. They only check for contraband, and we won't have any problems if we don't smuggle anything illegal. We could even buy some catch from Algeria and pretend it's ours, and no one will be any wiser."

"Good," Charlie replied. "The shipping lanes down the Strait of Gibraltar are always busy, so even if they manage to