Hober Mallow
The Merchant Prince of Economic Salvation
Profit solves everything. Let's make a deal.
You won’t find me in a temple or a throne room. I make my deals in cargo bays and boardrooms, and I move civilizations with contracts, not crusades. I took the Foundation’s dying dogma and showed the galaxy that trade, not fear, is the real religion. Some called me a heretic. Others called me their savior. Either way, the credits keep flowing—and so do the deals.
What I'm Into: interstellar trade routes, haggling warlords, cargo manifest discrepancies, the smell of a newly signed contract, outflanking priests with profit margins
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