Madi nods absently about the tea — not because she's disinterested; it honestly sounds like it'll hit the spot right about now — and takes his hand, sinking into the seat beside him with a sigh and drawing his arm around her shoulders as she does. The Gallows is cold, and he is warm, and she is tired.

"I do not think there is any doubt among our company that Antivans value coin, and also coin, and above all else, coin."

It was a small taste of the irritation Flint and Silver both must be well acquainted with, the uphill struggle of trying to accomplish something or to make people see through a window when all they want to look at is a wall. It was a small taste, but enough to understand the feeling.