Still Confused and Confusing
'Hang on', the dealer is starting to get suspicious of these fancy boys ineptly trying to buy farcosia from him. 'You're not Inquisition, are you?'
'No.' Matthias's reply is firm and clear, there can be no mistaking it for anything other than a denial.
'Really?'
'Yes.' Sticking to his cover like this is genius, almost as if he has had practice in being asked a double-bluff. 'We're from Fenksworld.'
'Fenksworld?' The dealer isn't interested, but more intrigued as to why this detail was brought up at all. 'Really?'
'...no.'
And that's it. The dealer takes the Thrones, shoves some phials in to the acolytes' hands, and gets away from these loonies.