To think that he used to assume talk of trade would be the boring part of being king. Sure, it's not something that gets the blood pumping, but even something as basic as food and water could mean the survival of what's left of his people, and it's worthy of his attention.

"We may have to," he agrees thoughtfully, already pondering what he might have available to trade. "We left home in a hurry, and I'm not sure what we have on board. You trade in bulk, then?" Markets are one thing, but it'd be hard to feed hundreds from what he could pick up at a vendor's stall.