There was a lot Dust could stomach from a client, a lot.  Such a blunt and unveiled challenge to his professionalism was something he couldn't stand without some correction.  "I am a professional," He said sternly. "I would be in this business very long if I stole form my employers.  I find the fact that you would harbor such suspicions incredibly insulting and challenge to my honor which is something I take very serious.  I have thus far, and will, show you professional courtesy, I only ask the same."  He turned and strode out of the room.  He went back down stares and talked to the woman at the front desk, then proceeded to collect hat he needed.  Emergency supplies and survival gear mostly,  he also had his swords sharpened and got some new cloths and a wool cloak, suited to such extended treks into, what he assumed, would be damp territory.  A few hours after leaving he returned, with receipts for everything, a was requested.