The market area Moore had driven them past seemed an ideal location to bring down goods and start trading. It didn't take long to find a good landing site nearby, if not necessarily in the city, and from there it was a simple matter of logistics. Macharius didn't need to worry about that aspect of things too much - he had people for that sort of thing, but most of the crew were ketp very busy. Macharius' shuttle fleet was only so big, and they had acquired a lot of commodities to bring down. It took the better part of the rest of the day, and most of the night, to finish unloading everything.
The next morning, looking down from the top of the temple spire, they could see several plumes of dust, approaching the city from different directions. The sand and dirt filled the skies, making the convoys visible for miles. The Ruster clanlord was first to arrive, perhaps tipped off by Max Stone that he should show up and make a good first impression on the outlanders. He and several other Rusters rolled up to the market in a battered chimera, the hull armour pitted and scoured by the elements. It ran well enough, for how poorly it looked, and the Ruster clanlord - Bruce was his name - turned out to be a muscular, bearded man, with a leather apron full of tools. Most of the rusters wore toolbelts, actually, and carried old but well-cared for lasguns, and other small arms. Bruce spent the first few minutes of his time examining their goods, and exchanging pleasantries.
The other two, Smokers and Lumes, showed up about the same time. The Smoker clanlord was a huge, bald man with an eyepatch and a face like curdled milk. He wore armour, like Joe Moore, but his was covered in grime, the whatever insignia it might once have born obscured by a thick coating of black soot. He lost no time, upon arrival, sending a few men to keep watch on the perimeter in case Moore decided to pay a visit. That done, he sat around scowling, and waiting to speak with someone in charge. The final clanlord was actually a woman, with hair buzzed short and a huge pair of ancient driving goggles covering the top half of her face. The lower half was also covered, but with a bright red bandana that had frayed aorund the edges. Unlike the others, who had all driven enclosed vehicles, she showed up on a motorbike, one of the ancient sort well suited to crossing sand dunes and other uneven terrain.