"Shemlen have taxes, don't they?" Pel rubs the baby's back thoughtfully. The baby drools aggressively on her shoulder, then lowers its head to suck on her shirt. "Give them time to set up and get a few merchants coming through and then ask them to pay taxes. Make him a prince or something, whatever the title is round here. Pat him on the back for how well he's adjusting to his new city."