"Pashang thief. I've got a perfect ingot of antimony right here and you want two before you even think about swapping for some damn iron?"
"So go somewhere else then. But these are exchange rates set by the guild. I bend the rules for you, they find out and dock me, then they blacklist you. Try getting anybody to swap your fucking rocks after that."
It's the same in Tanner City as it is everywhere else. Nobody budges. Fine. I grumbled and thumped the containment box onto the counter, signed the papers and walked away with a receipt for 300 pounds of iron.
My grousing aside, I did end up with a full compliment of materials for synthesizing long range FSD injections and limpets. Now it's off to Sol to spend a few weeks breathing air, looking up and not seeing a ceiling, and not wearing grav-boots to go to the lavatory. Sorry, bathroom. Plumbing and a sewer system is something you don't think you'll miss when you go out on a long voyage, but you do.
I've spent weeks zapping rocks in the painite rings, so I have a glut of cash and I plan to spend a fair amount of it in Sol, on Earth no less! Take a shuttle from Abraham Lincoln and be airing out this tired body on some beach in that northern hemisphere I've heard so much about. Growing up in Titan City, "Earth" was just something people talked about, and a few times I had a teacher try to convince me that one of those dots out there was this mythical jewel that just "wasn't for me." Came to find out later that what they meant was that it was too pricey for some orphanage bum like me, and the closest I'd get to setting foot on this gated community of blueblooded welwallas was if I burned up in the atmosphere, but here I am. A nice break before I head back to the black.
I'm going to abuse the hell out of their plumbing and then I'm off to the Perseus Reach.