"Yaoshi and a lot of people fuck sometimes," Aha says, a loaded sentence for a loaded sentence, and one that he won't be explaining further.

Aha follows along like a good little Aeon to the part of the train that, apparently, stashes all of the stuff that the Nameless find that they don't know what to do with. The businessman in him is already calculating how much the lot of it is worth before Akivili even gets around to his proposal, and even if most of what's in here isn't terribly valuable, the sheer amount of it...

Well! They're sitting on a pretty penny. With the right man and the right buyer, they could get a nice little nest egg for it all, and clear up some space while they're at it.

"Oh, probably," Aha says, because, really, who expects him to remember every kind of person that he's disguised himself as? "Ah, but don't worry! Your ol' pal won't have any trouble clearing this out for you."

He pops open the lid to one of the boxes, peeking inside at the trinkets within. How fun! Some of it really is mostly worthless by conventional standards, but nothing is really worthless so long as you can convince somebody that it has value.

"Eighteen percent of the take and I'll handle everything."