[Drogean]

Drogean sighed. The Dwarf, of course, would take this to be a rather clear "you-don't-get-it-at-all" sigh. In truth, Drogean really didn't think of the Dwarf, it was an inward sigh. A part of him, an old part, wanted to argue with the Dwarf simply because that was How It Was Meant To Be. Another part wanted to reason with the Dwarf, hard as that may be, and if not turn him, at least.. alter his outlook.

And the last part, a part that had until now been smothered under by the other two, wanted to throw up his hands and leave. Drogean still wasn't sure which route would lead to the best end for him. But it was yet too soon to give up.

"That you want to discourage trade with Elves is obvious, Dwarf. I didn't need to come to Zerdargia to know that. I'm sure I don't need to tell a smith Dwarven steel is only heavier, not better. You are however truly mistaken when you call this a 'Dwarven' city. True, a preponderance of Dwarves do live here, but it does not belong to Dwarves alone. It belongs to Centripax and the Empire, and those who paid for it in blood and more when the Undead came. It was their duty, their obligation. Now you have the duty to remember those who died for your city, the humans and Katta and Dwarves, and the Elves among them. They fought together as one then, and I know it is too much to ask that we live together as one now, but still I must say: retract the price increase for Elves. It is all I ask."