Fecking Merchants

These fecking merchants!

Churlish, greed-gorged hen’s teats - the lot of ‘em. Uberseik’d be spared their insufferable muleshite had we let ‘em die in that vault. I partly wish I had. Especially that Histkap… Hitsap… whatever-the-feck.

We stuck our necks out for ‘em and what? Not even so much as a nod. Just all about their ruddy gold to line their own purses.

I piss on their gold!