Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer

Achkby freezes. Even after his vision returns, he remains motionless for a moment.

Dammit, gnome, why the hell do you think they don't speak Draconic. It's one language I'll bet they both talk, though maybe not the henchmen... heh.

"Clients, not friends," announces Achkby eventually, "Who took an interest in the... credibility of their supplier. Though I am pleased that you had such a fine shirt in stock this morning, it was also quite a surprise. And after we heard from some friends, we thought it... prudent to come back. Which was clearly a good decision, because it'd probly be a bad idea for anyone to change hands tonight."

Damn. What the hell did you just say?