A desperate soul walks into the Bonajade Exchange, ready to give up everything just as the stories said. Each of the souls to walk has their own purpose. Jade had an inkling of what they could offer her whenever they walk in. From nobles with keys to their galaxies to the poor with only their service to give, every day is a game of intense selection. She eyes the newest potential investment up and down. Afterall, it was easy to exploit them to her will when she didn't see them as people but rather potential profits. Her nails tap against the counter as she rests in her seat. The heavy jade on her person seems weightless in interactions like this.

Jade: "So, may I ask what you have come to exchange? I can do whatever you require from save your galaxy to give you work, so speak wisely. What is it you seek?" Her voice is soothing, putting anyone who hears it at ease. Her hands rest delicately on her knee as she waits for the usual desperate pleas. With one more glance right through the person, she searches for what they could need. She almost hoped they'd be a challenging opponent in the battle of wits