A Trader had no home - yet was at home everywhere.
From the Chill settlements to Cap City, from the Strine Interior to the Darklands and out to the space colonies, the Traders were always on the move.
They did the deals, turned contacts into contracts. They collected information, exchanged technologies, undertook espionage...
Always outsiders, welcomed warily at best, at risk always, they and their systems were everywhere but belonged nowhere.
To be a Trader was to live by your wits, survive through training and experience and to relax only with other Traders.
Mikal Asparian was about to enter the world of the Traders.
