"As long as you don't mind the trouble, bring that piece of metal, and let's go to the Forge to see the Wildhammer Dwarves!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
"You want me to bring this one?" Old Charlatan said unhappily. "Didn't you say you had others?"
Sorens was worried that the Wildhammer Dwarves would do exactly what he had done: quietly confiscate the metal once they got their hands on it.
"The others are all sealed away in the warehouse. If you don't bring this one, how are the Wildhammer Dwarves supposed to figure anything out?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said. "Relax. If they want to keep this piece to study, I'll open the warehouse and give you another one."
You greedy old charlatan, Yu Lin Bloodhawk thought. Do you think every Wildhammer Dwarf is going to fleece people the way you do?
"If they confiscate it, you'll have to give me two pieces like this!" Old Charlatan said, still uneasy.
"All right! Old Charlatan, I give up! Two it is. I knew you'd never miss a chance to fleece me. Nobody in all of The Hinterlands squeezes me harder than you do.
"Everyone calls me a crooked merchant, but what do they know? I spend every day, year after year, scraping together money wherever I can, and at least half of whatever I make ends up in your hands. Those people must be blind. How do you still have such a good reputation?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said helplessly.
Every visit to Old Charlatan ended with him getting fleeced. In just this short while, he had already lost fifty thousand gold coins, and now he had to throw in another artifact fragment as well.
Only after seeing Yu Lin Bloodhawk concede did Sorens pick up the Dragon Soul fragment and follow him