— My people offered you help. And in return, you brought upon them only ruin and death.
— When did Lake-town come to our aid but for the promise of rich reward?
— A bargain was struck!
— A bargain? What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food? To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom? You call that a fair trade?
— Then there's no answer.
— Yes, there is, and it's a simple one. The entail must be smashed in its entirety and Mary recognised as heiress of all.
— There's nothing we can do about the title.
— No. She can't have the title, but she can have your money. And the estate. I didn't run Downtown for 30 years to see it go lock, stock and barrel to a stranger from God knows where.