I arrived at the barren village of Taghaza, surrounded by the caravan that got me here.
This is such a horrid village.
The workers here mining for salt as a medium of exchange, just as gold is used. It amounts to an enormous figure in terms of gold-dust. I wonder who the king reaping all this wealth is?
I traveled with my caravan for days in this vast, treacherous desert, possibly weeks to find this hidden treasure. Others could not handle the conditions, but I was eventually able to arrive at precious water.
Mansa Musa is a miserly king, not a man from whom one might hope for a rich present. I pity the citizens here, they are honorable in comparison to him.
You are terrible at your job.
You're challenging me? We shall duel then.
I was to battle the unworthy king of Mali. I will show absolutely no mercy, and I will bring justice to the people here.
I wouldn't think so.
You will perish at the edge of my blade.
Ibn Battututa kills Mansa Musa in a great rage and fled the country with half of Mansa Musa's fortune.