Cressida and I set out for El Mercado Eterno, what she had described as the second most important and overcrowded city in Recimiras.
Funny thing was, I hadn't attributed crowds to Recimiras at all. That was perhaps due to the particular location where we'd nested ourselves. This was Los Arcos, after all, a place inhabited by people who had attachment and sentimentalism to it rather than any real reason to be there. It was not a hub of activity. Never had been.
And that was one of the reasons the Black Snow Company was always falling into decline whenever another organization rose up and proved themselves. The Manhattan Trade Center, for example, had existed in La Frontera, the outer ring of the free country, where merchants were constantly arriving from Ashara or the center of Solarium. Fresh blood, fresh coin, fresh opportunity. Los Arcos had none of that.
