- Vivienne: I assume you were properly impressed by Halamshiral? It is rare to be welcomed in the halls of power.
- Sera: A golden shitter. Their servants come down the streets to drink the abuse away. You can have it.
- Vivienne: Oh, I will. And I'll be sure to entertain your requests for orphan salve or whatever you're championing on the day.
- Sera: You all think no one can touch you. But I say a kind word to a butler and I'm in your vault, because he hates you.
- Vivienne: And I'll fill it just to watch you scurry from the gutter, again and again and again. Big vault, little elf.
- Sera: Yes, well, everyone says you're fat.
- Inquisitor: Is this a shop?
- Deraboam: Ugh. I maintain a premises wherein customers of a certain affluence entertain the purchase of my ware. So, yes, a "shop."
- Inquisitor: Don't you mean "wares"?
- Deraboam: No, I mean "ware." I have one item available for purchase. It is far too expensive for it merely to be sold. You may gaze upon it and dream of the wealth required to possess it, as have lords and kings. And then you may leave, and purchase things from "shops" more aligned with your station.
- Inquisitor: How do you keep the doors open on a shop with one item?
- Deraboam: My "shop" is a destination. Luminaries of every description journey here to see what is denied to them. Some pay tribute, in the vain hope I will barter. They do not have the will to pay the price. They require a bargain to justify the spend, to ease their conscience. That would defeat the entirety of the purpose.
- Inquisitor: I can't see it. Tell me what it is.
- Deraboam: If you have to ask, you are not the one to buy it.
- Inquisitor: I need to know if I can use it.
- Deraboam: And again, the point is missed. If mere use is your concern, you should go elsewhere. The person who claims this will not be known for *using* it. They will be known because they paid for it.
- Inquisitor: So you sell one very expensive item, and it's worth it?
- Deraboam: Let me now interrupt the inevitable defense of your thrift. I'm sure you have treasures, and you will have many more. You could parade them from here to Halamshiral, but none of them would allow you to say you have purchased *this*. The item is irrelevant. The price is worth it.
- Inquisitor: I don't see why this is special. Anyone can overprice something.
- Deraboam: To overprice an item, the item must have a known price already; it is then priced *over* what it is worth. This? This has only the value I have set. It has never had another. It is not *over*priced. It is *priced*.
- Male Inquisitor: What do you think about the Avvar?
- Scout Harding: When I was a little girl, a lady in our village used to tell me Avvar tales. Being able to see their lives up close... it's nothing like I thought. They're very tall, aren't they? I was considering a proposal for Commander Cullen: Avvar allies with dwarven archers astride their shoulders.
- The Iron Bull: Ooh, I like the way she thinks. We should keep her around. For mayhem.
- Scout Harding: Yes! Mayhem!
- Male Inquisitor: All right, get it out of your system...
- Scout Harding: MAYHEM!
- The Iron Bull: MAAAAYHEM!
- [beat]
- Scout Harding: [awkwardly] It's funny how a word loses its meaning when you say it enough times.