"No deal." "Why not? The skin bags won't miss them, if they have the brains to figure out they're missing to begin with." "No. Take them to the market. You'll have your Daric there." "I do not like them. They smell." The larger of the two waved a hand aside with a snarl. "That is not my concern. Perhaps you can teach them to bathe? Either way, I will not barter this." Anari lifted a hand to dismiss Siek, even as the news cast behind him carried on in regards to the "skin bag's" riots going on currently in Mid-Town. Siek snarled again and walked off, the weight of the larger alien even had Anari's chair vibrate in his wake. The sigh was quiet as he turned his head to briefly watch the screen behind him. It was too risky in dealing with black market goods; too many hands, too much risk and not enough reward. The humans tended to lean toward violence should deals go wrong and Anari was one that wasn't up to shedding blood over a few circuits and motherboards. Note: Daric is actually gold coins from ancient Persia, but it sounded good. I may keep it for the progression of the story.