[Tayrey is of course very sure of her moral position, but even if she allowed that the locals might do things differently, stealing her property is still unacceptable - and taxation is theft, naturally.]

Machines are so much easier to deal with than gods. More logic, less pettiness. But I wouldn't call Vaeros a god. He'd be flattered if someone thought it. He's just a powerful extradimensional being.

[She blinks at the wish talk.] My contract? Eight weeks, give or take. Long enough to get used to the place.

[Tayrey turns away momentarily to get the drinks, and then hands one over to him.] Not the best I've ever had, but it's cold. Right now that counts for a lot.