"The sisal roots are worth twice that price! You're a dirty thief!" Urdam snarled. The elf remained stoic. "My offer is fair, bruiser. You'll find no one who will pay more." Urdam cracked his knuckles and furrowed his brow, locking his cold stare upon the scholar. He was taller than the elf and much more imposing, but he knew this tactic was doomed from the start. High elves who are centuries old simply aren't intimidated that easily. "Fine!" he relented. "I'll take your pitiful offer, Eledran." "You mean you can find easy marks from which to steal," Eledran countered. "You're sure it's this way?"