Aston Marsh chuckled. "I knew you were heading there to strike it rich. You can't fool my sharp eyes. And bringing a few kids along as cover, my friend? That's a brilliant move, absolutely brilliant!"
He leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, "I know Capria like the back of my hand. Plenty of people have gone there to get rich these past two years. Some even try to swim across the river to the other side. Some make it, some drown, and some end up with a bullet in them... But as long as you aren't too greedy and you have the kids with you, you'll generally be fine."
"Since you know the place so well, brother, could you give me a few pointers? I'm completely in the dark right now, I don't know a thing!"
Aston Marsh smiled, pleased with himself. He popped a peanut into his mouth, took a sip of his drink, and then said unhurriedly, "You've come to the right person. What are you planning to get into over there? Radios? Or fashion?"
