Bang! The lounge door was shoved open from outside.
Genn Greymane strode in, still shouting, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! You want tax exemption? Dream on!"
Following him in was another old fart, Daelin Proudmoore, who wore a sly grin as he said, "We're practically family now. Can't you give us this little concession?"
"Don't push your luck. Do you think I don't know what you're like? I've dealt with you since the Seven Kingdoms formed an Alliance. I've already given Duskbay Town to your family as part of the dowry, and you're still not satisfied." Genn swung his hand heavily.
Daelin did not get angry and continued pressing him. "You think I don't know your tricks? You call it a dowry, but you're really making it an autonomous territory. I won't get a single copper's worth of benefit from it."
Genn opened his mouth to retort, but Daelin's stare made him uneasy. At last, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't push it too far. Duskbay Town will give your ships preferential treatment. That's all you get."
"Tax exemption!" Daelin refused to let go.
"Don't even think about it!" Genn's temper flared as well. His body suddenly swelled in size, and dense black fur sprouted across his face and hands.
Daelin jumped in fright and cried out, "Let's talk this out. Why are you transforming? Old friend, I wasn't trying to force you!"
He'd been looking so smug just now, but the moment Genn was pushed into transforming, he got scared. Deren thought.
He glanced at the black dragon companion. Onyxia understood at once, extending a finger as a cluster of Shadowflame silently drifted down onto Genn. It instantly burned the old wolf king, who was in the middle of transforming, into jumping about.
"Ah! What is this? It's burning me