[ the wars have interrupted our trade supply, the dwarf protests, raising a finger to point at aeryn, who looks less than pleased at the excuse, and we've got no men, we're all runnin' behind, and she should know that, she's fought the damn giants -- ]

Enough, Baird.

[ curtly, with a wave of her fingers, and aeryn looks over at barabas, her brow furrowed. ]

The giants are currently in the midst of selecting a new leader, which is a messy and lengthy affair. But why it delays production in Mirabar is still a mystery, seeing as we are the holders of the ore in Faerun, are we not?

[ 'course we are, but -- ]

But nothing; you are relying on an outsider to excuse your robbery, and I won't stand for it -- [ and aeryn looks at barabas, silver eyes trained on his. ] You weren't planning on buying anything from this idiot, were you?