I was haggling over a brick of tea at the market when an old cart driver looked at me far too long. Word is, someone's been going around over the pass looking for a nameless man.

• EoyunaA nameless man carries two prices. What the searcher offers, and what the one hiding pays.
  CholmonNeither of those is money I hold.
• BatjargalIf that searcher makes it this far, the camp pays the price. You understand that, don't you?
  CholmonIf they come, I'll be the one who meets them at the door first.
• Granny JayaMarket talk reaches here in three days. Sit by the hearth before then, so the ash hears it first.