Somewhere far behind them, Sherral subtly mimes a movement that somehow very obviously means 'They were trying to talk to me about the economy and it made me want to die, they're your problem now, I owe you one.' Which is quite a complicated message for mime.

"Oh, that is wonderful to hear," Foxface says, reaching forward to touch Moist's arm, much to the mild distaste of his companion. "I swear, half of these people don't even understand how money works. I tried talking to the garrison commanders and they looked at me like I'd grown a second head."