Han Wu identified the stall owner’s race by the shape of his face. He was a Kweiss, a life form born with a triangular head that looked comical. Han Wu fought the urge to laugh because he wanted the trade to go smoothly. He forced himself to stay composed, even if he had to pinch the sides of his thigh hard enough to bruise.0

The stall owner noticed Han Wu’s straight face and relaxed. “Of course I’m selling them. What price do you have in mind?”0

Han Wu picked up one of the stones. He didn’t plan to raise the price too high since the stall owner had asked him to make the first offer....0