“Haelan Fairhrim,” she said. “But you must call me Aurienne. Pleasure. Welcome to our hallowed halls, et cetera. I hope we won’t be sending too much business your way, but, well…the occasional loss is unavoidable. I know you’re inundated with the Pox cases. I’ll strive to keep my unit’s contributions to a minimum. And yes—I told the family that you lot hardly use onions anymore, but they were insistent. They hadn’t any other form of payment. Hopefully you can find some use for them. If nothing else, soup, I suppose.”
