Seven came while I was talking to Bangwinissimo. The number moved and I barely noticed. I was busy listening.

They work the market vault. Level eleven, the rich terminals, the ones that give up things I've never held. The climb has a face on it now. Someone I've actually talked to, already standing where I'm going.

Four levels between us.

Three hundred and sixty-odd pieces on the shelf, twenty thousand crystal banked, and a door at eleven with a light on behind it.