Tris nodded, pulling out some silk bandages within seconds. She watched the guards warily, as she handed the merchandise over to the stranger to inspect. "Here, sir. The finest silk sir. Supposedly, it's made in China. I know the Baron Altamire says it traveled don the Silk Road," she informed, looking as if she didn't believe a word of it, yet still trying to please the customer.<br/><br/>Baron Altamire wandered over. "It is true, girl. Need I impress that fact upon you?" he asked gravely.<br/><br/>Tris swiftly shook her head no, eyes darting around. She nodded. "It is very true indeed. I was only teasing you, sir," she murmured, looking back at Victor.<br/><br/>Baron Altamire nodded. "I thought as much," he replied gruffly. "You'll receive your punishment later, girl. Now, get back to work," he added, moving back to his lunch with idle steps meant for a lazy bastard.