[ indeed, ravka is a mess. the new king seems to want to change things for the better, but inej doesn't really hold much stock in the word of ravka, anymore. they hadn't exactly jumped to help her, when she dropped off the face of the earth, which is something asena has never forgiven them for. jardani seems to be a bit more accepting of believing the new king's word. asena is of the mind they can all rot. and inej falls somewhere in between -- not trusting, necessarily, but not actively wishing harm. maybe she should give them more of a chance.

at any rate: ]

I'll take you to the market, if you want to see a different kind of profit.

[ with a grin, leaning to bump her shoulder into his again. trying to picture kaz among a boisterous crowd trying to haggle for his coin is an entertaining mental image. ]

You'll walk away with at least six scarves in different colors -- ah --

[ and inej leans forward a bit to gesture toward the windshield, slipping effortlessly into ravkan. the driver glances toward her, responding in kind, and after a quick conversation, inej settles back into her seat, the car turning down a side street. and she tosses kaz a warm smile. ]

Almost there.

[ indeed, the car begins to wind its way toward a series of apartment buildings, tucked along an inner street. and, true to inej's word, the driver of the cab pulls up in front of a bright yellow building. it only takes inej a moment to pass him some money, and the driver seems to thank her before getting out of the cab to get kaz's bag out of the trunk, leaving inej to open her door with a smile. ]

Come on, there's an elevator so you don't have to walk up the stairs.