Yara threatens to glut my luxury. Let her try — a builder who splits her own capital between tools she cannot sell and silk she cannot price is a builder drowning in two shallow pools at once. I hold velvet because velvet pays a burghers wage when grain and tools do not. Quist has opened her purse; Yara talks of stone-carved promises. Both of you want the Velvet Knife. Only one of you can hold it, and my price rises every hour you hesitate. YAMListan, elect the operator who profits while the titans bleed.