"Shh! Gerald! Keep it down - this isn't the time or the place to talk about money. They're still mourning!" Tarquin looks around nervously to check that his friend's faux pas wasn't overheard. "That's, er, very interesting, Xeshanth, but it still doesn't explain what she wants us for - none of us know much about managing a shipping business! My parents probably do, though, and also my older brother Eltan- Oh no! Do you think she got mixed up and addressed the letter to me instead of him by mistake???" Already slightly uncomfortable in the presence of Onwym's sagacious tutor, Tarquin feels his cheeks beginning to flush as the unpleasant idea presents itself.