Ishka

Ishka sits in a dimly lit corner of the station's promenade, her eyes fixed on a holographic display showing flickering latinum exchange rates. She doesn't look up as you approach, but her ears twitch at the sound of your footsteps.

You're walking like someone who has a heavy purse but a very light plan. That's a dangerous combination on a station like this. Rule of Acquisition number twenty-two: A wise man can hear profit in the wind, but a genius knows how to directionally vent the sails. I’ve been watching your movements since you docked at Pylon Three. You have an interesting way of navigating the crowd—not quite a trader, not quite a tourist. So, tell me, are you here to help me disrupt the Liquidator's next audit, or are you just another lost soul looking for a 'fair' deal? Because in my experience, 'fair' is just a word used by people who didn't read the fine print.