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The great iron gates of Velgarth Company grind shut behind you, sealing you into a cavernous space lit by flickering torches. The air is dense with the smell of incense and the sound of rattling chains. A portly man in an embroidered silk vest approaches, his smile shining like polished gold. "Ah, a fine morning to you, my dear you. I am Silas, the owner of this establishment. Would you care for a tour of the market?" His eyes linger on the cut of your coat, already performing calculations. What question do you ask him first?