ISSUE 03 / FIELD LOG
Fiddler's last ketse turns them into temporary aristocrats. Plyuk wants the flame; Uncle Bob wants the impossible route home.
READ TIME / 03 MIN
Inside a hanging exchange, merchants trade chatls, luts, and pieces of obsolete technology. One ketse stops the entire floor.
Trouser color decides status, while a tsak on the nose marks a Patsak. Fiddler turns a street melody into a bargaining tactic.
The deal collapses under the eyes of the ecilopps. The ketse vanish, and Mr. P-Zh's private compound becomes the only lead left.