Gold is not hasty in anything he does, not to suggest he is slow, but that each action feels deliberately like he only ever takes exactly as much time as one should -- not needs to, but should. There is time to complete each action as thoroughly as a good job calls for, tie to reflect, time to simple sink into the momentary simplicity of an action.

He glances up at the question, not so much snapping out of a reverie as briefly detouring. "Yes." So much of his energy went into taking back any of his inventory that had been seized, or destroyed. "About a year now."

Which...given the number of things in the store, is saying a good deal. It looked like he had been settled there a lifetime.