"You're trading with them!" Orien accuses Prytanis hotly, "I saw you!" "Trading what? Swampland?" He sneers. "We have nothing your sort would want." In the hut, Inric bends to the locked door and presses his hand to the wood, encouraging the lock to open. "Treasures of the Unfledged sell very well in other cities," Orien says, struggling to keep her temper. "I told you, there aren't any treasures -" Tiero starts, but Orien interrupts. "Your tapestries! Tapets!" She can't believe he didn't think of them. Prytanis just looks disdainful. "And what do you suggest I could buy with this hypothetical wealth?" he asks, with a sour expression which goes beyond mocking her. "What good would it do me here?" And she realises she knows the answer to that question.