"Sorry to keep you waiting," the goblin finally returned, wearing a professional smile and wiping his sweat, "Young Master Jones, you should have mentioned earlier that you are a member of the Adelle Brother Society. If so, there wouldn't have been any misunderstanding."
"Was it a misunderstanding?" Jones asked, expressionless.
"Was it not?" the goblin sweated profusely.
"I just have one question for you. You knew I was the Lich King's foster son, so why did you treat me like that?"
"I...I just wanted to sell that troublesome castle as soon as possible. I thought if you indeed had a significant influence, a mere Hydra wouldn't be a problem at all. If not, I wouldn't have any reason to favor you. It was a misunderstanding, really."
"I already said it wasn't a misunderstanding."
"What...can I do to compensate you?"
"No compensation is possible, just wait to die."
