[Almost absently,] Perhaps we might change her name to Dépit.

[And then the muffled thud of the toe of Val's boot kicking against the rug to begin its rolling.]

I think that my uncle was a great collector of rugs, now that you've said it. A great collector indeed. And it would make sense to have stored those rugs within the rooms of this great house--for where would I have them kept otherwise? My apartments in Val Royeaux are far too full of my own possessions, and my room within the Gallows far too small, and my workshop not at all suited. No, they could only have been stored here. This is very logical.

[Thump, thump.]

Where else would the money be coming from?