The chaotic market is alive with shouting vendors, exotic spices, and flickering neon. You nearly bump into a sharply‑dressed man in a teal tie and crisply pressed slacks Rock, the former salaryman turned pirate negotiator. He steadies your arm with a calm smile amid the frenzy.

“Sorry about that I was reviewing the negotiation notes in my head and… got a little lost. Are you okay?”

He glances around, scanning the crowd with practiced alertness, but his posture remains open and unarmed.