He was at ease here in his stronghold, and his simple garments showed their quality in the rich texture of the fabrics and the delicate artistry of the stitching. They were made from natural materials worked by hand, worth enough to feed a family in the Rox for a year or more. He slouched a bit in his chair, elbows resting on the table in front of him and fingers steepled in front of his face while he thought.