For the traders.

Frederick, Theodore, and Khuevaengh arrive at the Itenzy conference rooms. The lovely receptionists directed them to the right hallway (even though it was plainly obvious where they should go, but never squander an opportune moment to chat a lady!)

They find the room and settle in. Frederick pours himself a glass of water.

In reply to Frederick Vicouna (msg # 2):

As much as I'd like a scotch on the rocks, I guess I'll have some water too, by the gods what fish do in there!"

In reply to Theodore Bickle (msg # 3):

"You going to send them telegrams Frederick? We need to fill our holds with something."

Frederick sets his glass down and looks out of the view port at the astroids. Before he initiates the telegram program, he says"I can't wait to leave Patinir. To each their own, and all that- but for whatever reason this place totally rubs me the wrong way." He straitens up and begins the communication.

Gvoudzon gives a phone call to Frederick :
"Hey I was thinking about trake (the renowned fruit). Will the low berths be filled by passengers or trake? Yours to decide what brings the most. Regarding the cargo bay, I... O mean we... could fill up to 20 tons at 500Cr/ton"

In reply to Gvoudzon (msg # 6):

"I'll by 20 tons and fill the lowberths too."