[If she were here on Tradeline business, Tayrey would do her best to understand the customs and social structure of this place, to observe diplomatic niceties. Even moreso because she's well aware it isn't one of her particular talents.

She's here against her will. No contract. She owes nothing to any of them, not even peace. So she hasn't bothered.

Faint surprise registers on her face at his next question, because it's close enough to one class of critical remarks those who dislike the Tradelines might make, to needle her. As if they were nothing more than amoral mercenaries totally beholden to those they fought for. Except that Tayrey has told this man nothing about the Tradelines, so it can't be that.]

I follow the orders of my captain, as is my duty. [Stiff pride in that correction.] And he negotiates contract on equal terms with those who require our services.