Tagon: Breya, Xinchub has my neck in the noose. It's you or me, he as much as said so. It's not about the money.
Tagon: So... if you can come up with enough money, I can find ways to solve my problem that don't involve selling you to the fat general.
Breya: You did that without even blinking.
Tagon: What? Is there something in my eye?