Beacon hums. "Well, depending on who else we can find," the Solar says, starting to write a message, beer on paper, magic hiding the actual for his circlemates under meaningless business writing, "we may have to instead concern ourselves with making money to do business instead of doing business."<br/><br/>He looks around, but doesn't see anyone else. "Now, if it's just the three of us, I'd recommend bottomry for some of the local river ships in return for the gongfang's prices plus, hmmmm, five percent. If we can get one more, we could risk ships that go further on the rivers or even cosatal ships. Two more and we might be able to go right into business."<br/><br/>The Eclipse rolls his shoulders. "Now, if we can go into business directly, we'll want to get the place we had in mind insured before anything else."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Hidden Message</div><div class="spoiler_body">Obviously, this is cover. We'll probably want to hit up the ancestor shrines and incense sellers. May even want to hit the underworld if we can find a nearby shadowland.<br/><br/>Hell, might even want to see an actual gongfang to see how insurances prices have been affected by the murders. And I guess also try and find a god to get some info from.</div></div>