"Your currency is in your coin... Aurich, ours is in blood, and blood is what has been spilled this day, our blood, the blood of good men who try to make the world we live in a little safer for everyone. I will not stand and let their sacrafice be dishonoured like this. We die so others may live, this merchant shows his colours to be with his profits. Now if you will excuse me, there is still the matter of my men, and of these turncoats who still seek to use our name." She growled, moving to step aside the man.