"Ah yes it was Trueno, I do apologise. You would of thought I'd of remembered that dinner with the greatest clarity, it is not every night you drink Maldava rum and live to recall the night."
Brisbane chuckled as he recalled the evening with Trueno.
"How I became an honest business man? I'll let you know when I find out."
He flashed a mischievous grin at Ronaldo.
"Fair warning, you may be bored to tears but if you insist...Let's see, I guess my interest in trading began in my early twenties, at that time I was working on Newark as a mail runner of all things. Picking up mail and delivering it throughout the offices, not the best paying job but I did get to walk across the trading floor, that's where I got the idea to get myself a ship and start playing the markets. Good in theory, difficult in practice.
Eventually I ended up on freeport two with no fuel, no credits and a cargohold full of consumer goods that nobody wanted. I think I tried to unload them onto the bartender, or was I asking to buy drinks with them? Either way a woman overheard me and offered to buy my entire supply. An hour later I was heading to Bretonia blissfully unaware that I'd just smuggled goods to the Bundschuh. From there I began to branch out further, dealing with more people and visiting more places widened my perspective, slowly I started to see the flawed argument against what some would call smuggling arriving at my current situation.
He gestured to himself and surroundings with a fluent motion.
"The creation of BTE however is a long winded story, I'd be happy to regale you if we have the time."
