
The treasury door has stood in the same place for thirty years. It's always the people who waver.
Vizier. Count the keys, not the door.
In the twelve ledgers, third page, only the salt tax entry is in a different hand.
I've guarded the royal treasury for thirty years. Few hands are as clean as mine.

The treasury door has stood in the same place for thirty years. It's always the people who waver.

I hear a torn scrap of the salt ledger is circulating through the market. Paper tears easily, after all.