A few quiet deals

[Caedes]

"Fair enough. A nomadic life with few emotional anchors, I can relate to that."

Before he could start another sentence, thte man stopped talking and his eyes darted toward one of the entrances to the bar as three burly men walked in, wearing coveralls with various unidentifiable stains and scuffed work boots, presumably loaders who were let off work early.

"Where was I.. Ah yes. So as a freelance trader, you'd trade from all over, importing and exporting from and to every House. Have you had any significant run ins with the House authorities, or have you taken contracts with any of the House corporations?"