Arche sets down his pencil to wrap both hands around his cup, taking a long sip again as he continues to frown thoughtfully at the note and his translation.

"I would say that none of us precisely trusts that merchant, and being a simple laborer has never precluded anyone from harboring backstabbing ambitions... but on the other hand, were the lady referring to Haltham I've no idea why she would feel the need for such secrecy. That certainly does seem to point the finger in just one direction."

He slowly taps one finger against the side of his cup.

"The man certainly has been... very cagey in terms of what he, specifically, expects to get out of this venture. I question the intentions of someone who, given the opportunity to keep information from us, has withheld absolutely every tiny scrap he possibly could. If he was the one gone for six years...does that mean he returned to the city just in time for this conflict to happen, as though this was his whole reason for coming...?"

The Sith muses this aloud for a moment before pausing to sip some more boozy tea, cocking his head to one side a little, lips dubiously pursed.

"If she was willing to give you this much, albeit in such a cautious fashion... I wonder if that signals a willingness to -- talk further on the subject."