Roland cleared his throat, appearing somewhat uncomfortable for a moment - though whether that was because he wasn't fond of the group's antics, or simply caught off-guard, was hard to say at first.  "Well, if you're... ah, offering," he said hesitantly, standing up and walking over to a table, apparently waiting for Amatha to position herself on it.  "But yes, I'm sure we can come to a mutually beneficial trade agreement as well, if that is what you're interested in.  As for the Starblades... I'm afraid knowing which of the guilds in town do what is not something that the merchant houses care about, and if we were to send our own spies after the guild to learn more about them, we risk someone getting caught and tipping them off to our intentions."