You don't have anything.

Recovering from your laughter at the towns name, you shrug while wearing the cloak.

"Anything valuable? What is this, a shakedown? A fucking toll both? No I don't have anything to trade with you."

He doesn't say anything for about five seconds, just looking you up and down. You really don't like how he's looking at you, like you're a piece of meat.

Oh I see where this is fucking going.

"I think we can make something work, Miss Pierce. Come with me."