"You'd like to speak about what?" Karlson choked, bringing up such a sensitive subject out of the blue was reckless, to say the least. "You heard me the first time, I said I'd like to discuss God's ale," Staxius sipped in turn.
"You must be crazy," he continued to deny – giving away information would be the last thing the trafficker did. "I'm not that insensitive to ask for information, I'm sure the overseers are keeping you on a tight leash," the glass emptied. "Why not cut a deal, I'd like to buy some, price isn't an issue though I'd appreciate some kind of discount," the voice serious and unfaltering, Karlson could not but give.
