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The merchant was flustered. He obviously had not thought the mercenary would take the job, and he was so busy sputtering thank yous and blessings that he nearly forgot to tell russian the info he needed.

"Usually my daughter will walk towards the space port, near the market district, collect what she needs from the locals rather than from corporate run shops and stores. She'll often cut through side alleys to get to wherever she needs to get what she wants. Afterwards, usually she runs right back home to help me with the store. Because she was always so busy helping me, she was rarely talking with anyone else her own age, mind you though I didn't get too involved with her personal affairs, though she was always open about anything I asked. Up until she vanished, nothing was suspicious or off at all. And the only electronic device she had was her phone, which she took with her the day she vanished."

"You'll recognize her easily enough I think. The poor girl inherited my foreigners looks, though she has her mothers eyes. Her hair is a dark brown color, and she almost always has it tied back with a comb, studded with a simple folded origami flower she. She made it herself, and she's oh so proud of it. Aside from that, she has a locket her mother gave her. Of no value to anyone, but us, it's one of the only photos we have of her mother."

The merchant offered then, to take russian to his home where he could begin his work.