(( Tower of Commerce, Ferenginar )) :: Sat alone in one of the high tower’s cold rooms, Grimp pulled the blanket tighter around his frail form and pressed the button for the next page on the padd. The Rules of Acquisition lay on another padd down by the side of his small stool; lost and forgotten about as he perused through the romance novel, marveling at the imagery. From the first chapter, he was hooked. He loved it. Every twist, every turn, every “curve of the female Vulcan, who walked purposefully up to the door, her heaving buss…”:: :: A short, sharp knock stirred the young one from h