Tornin Redgoldberd shoots an annoyed look at Arrielle and stands, bringing himself up to his rather unimpressive height of 4' 6". You hear the clinking of jewelry and the sliding of fine clothing as he moves. His voice, like most dwarves, is rather gruff.
"Valen, I certainly see an opportunity of considerable profit to the guild in your proposal, but from what I hear from you, and have heard prior to this meeting, your intention seems to be to make this wealth widely available, which doesn't seem to leave the guild any better off than the rest of the world. Additionally, I don't see why we shouldn't just cut out the middle man and have Mister Norshire produce the equipment, and keep the proceeds for ourselves."
Kemaya looks surprised at this suggestion and sputters a bit.
"I don't- I'm not- I can't- what???"
Veil speaks up.
"I believe we have already addressed this first concern, but perhaps Valen had better answer it for all of you."