This might be a good place to end the exchange, given towards efficiency when stood in this office and its lack of chairs, or at least round back to logistics. But one time, Flint said something half-kind or at the very least, introspective in a way that had some kind of altering affect on however it is Marcus perceives this specific dynamic, and so—

A step towards the less marked map, a hand now untangling from armfold to touch the corner of it, angle it around to compare. "There was some of this in the early days after the rebellion," offered out. Confirmation, at least. "And during, of course. Not as much money, just supply. I imagine there's fiercer defense for wealth than grain or wools, but."

He tips his head. There's an amount of predictable human behaviour to be relied upon.