"Meet at dawn, or noon, or some hour in between them." He shrugs. "If you're going to do business in such an uncivilized place, you should really know what you're getting into." Which isn't to say people don't get upset, but such arguments between the city slickers and the provincial workers aren't Felix's problem.

"Well, nobility is one thing, you know. Importance..." He grins. "Not to doubt yours, of course."

Maybe it's the ale and the pleasant company, but he adds, "Who knows, maybe you'll end up visiting one day."