He swallows nervously, glancing around, before he begins to spill his guts. This was a middle-sized, though fairly independent operation; he had a few contacts here and in other cities, but only a few, giving Draiss five other locations, two more here, both smaller ones that couldn't handle the tougher slaves he'd taken in, and three in other cities he'd made trades with in the past. He offers his ledger, which has the names of all of his customers, kept in a secure lockbox in a hidden room in his cellar, and says he knows little else about the other players; auctions are usually held through broker firms, but the one he used to work with as found out and dismantled, and he went independent, after.