[(Chaos)Jester]

"That seems reasonable, yes." Valdun produced a pair of small, almost dainty, and intricate looking glasses as well as an equally intricate and ornate looking box that held a feather of unknown origin and an inkwell who's contents seem to drink in the light. "There will need to be signatures, duplicates of the paperwork..." He was mumbling more to himself now as he scooped the items that had been looked at, but not accepted as trade goods, into the bag he had.

"We also offer mercantile services, though in small numbers, to those who may require them. Something to keep in mind." The smile he gave was full of teeth and devoid of the gentile nature he'd been showing, but it all returns as he softens again and pours over the papers before him. "Was there anything else you would like to discuss while I remain here? I'll be returning to the warehouse that serves as our own headquarters of trade, over seeing its set up and all the fun thigs that go along with it..." He smiled tiredly, no teeth, and shook his head.