( Licyn pauses, crouched down and peering into the lower cabinet he'd moved on to. There's valid thoughts to that, and he smiles, not as carefree as he seems about all this. )

Then bargain with him, love, I won't stop you. Only I question why any men were left here, in this place, cut off from the rest of the world. The lovely Karsa works hard for us and herself in getting us out. What benefits do we have in here?

( He doesn't mind handing half a scroll over, either, because in the end: it doesn't matter to him. As long as he survives, and Karsa does, as the Merchant's contact. That he'd not wish for harm to come to a number of their party is more self preservation, in his view, than anything personal, surely. )