[Garen LiLorian]

"A wise man, to have his priorities straight." Smarmed Derek, stifling his momentary flash of annoyance at seeing this new and unexpected Elf. "Ahem. Now then," he sat down at his large volumnious desk, and gestured at the slightly too-small chairs in front, "please, sit down and we can conduct some business."

There was no denying it, Derek was a petty and mean spirited man. The Elves sat uncomfortably on the small, hard stools he had provided, looking up (as they were forced to do) at the tradesman sitting in his high chair behind his large desk. Derek smiled at the situation, then cracked his knuckles and leaned forward. "So... What have you got for me?" It promised to be a good day.