"…This sounds like the type of thing that would piss off that Guild that you're constantly warring with. But what can we snatch away from them?" Oliver asked.
"Oho? You're interested?" Greeves said. "I thought you might not want to cause a war on this front? It'll be dangerous, after all. Merchants are malicious people. It isn't wise to get us angry."
"At the very least, I'm curious," Oliver admitted.
"Curiosity is enough for me," Greeves said. "But I'll be making you go all the way. This is a time to be ambitious, I reckon. We can afford to be reckless. The Lord of Solgrim is going to be sitting here awhile. Now we can afford to make some enemies. We're going to steal ourselves away a few master craftsmen."
"…But we already have a smith," Oliver said. The fact that a village like theirs had a smith had always been a subject of pride for the people of Solgrim, but Greeves seemed determined to take that a step further.