Page 46 (The Regent looks down at them with disgust, grabs a stack of yellow bills from beside him, and drops it down to them.) REGENT: Low-lifes. (Spondule catches the stack as it falls) SPONDULE: C’mon, Navi. That’ll have to do. (Navichet hops down from the box she was standing on, and the two head towards the entrance. Guards watch them leave)