Lave Station, Lave, 27-May-3200

Edwards looked thinner than normal when I arrived this time. The worry must have been enormous, although he refuses to talk about where he went. I handed over the slaves, relieving him of ¢80622.4 for the trouble. He didn't even bat an eyelid once we'd agreed a price. I wonder where he gets that kind of credit from; he surely can't have that sort of liquidity.

Word on the street was that the clampdown started two days before I arrived. The Supreme Director's wife ran out of stims on the day after, and started screaming blue murder in withdrawal two days thereafter. The order was, I understand, revoked that same afternoon. Next time, she'll probably just make sure to keep a longer stock.

We fuel up and get animal skins on-board in preparation for another trip to Leesti.