"How was I to know the grand visier couldn't hold his liquor?" He says, defensively.

He wanders through, skirting the large piles of gold coins and the occasional trinket. There are some small piles of only necklaces, or only rings, or only a certain kind of coin. "Or a specific kind of needle in a needle stack. It looks like they have just started on organizing and recording the contents of this room. All the better for us."