He looks somewhat indignat. "I realize that Tregere is a backwater to you, but there is an Imperial presence here and so of course the Captain's bank is a part of the Port Authority here." He takes a sip of wine and considers Michael and his surroundings critically for a moment. He glances at the box from which the fine gems so recently emerged and swallows whatever question had come to his lips. "As for goods, I had not expected this opportunity and so have not arranged anything that would make a good cargo as yet. If you want foodstuffs it will take time to harvest and preserve. This years tobacco crop will not be ready for some months yet. We can of course pursue pigments and dyes, but I suspect that the stocks on hand will be depleted rather quickly. Tregere's economy is not current geared toward the export market except for tobacco and some dyes." He too consumes a few olives and adds, "I can of course set about changing that, but it will take time and money to increase production."