He glanced at Gorak again. "So don't waste my time. State your business."
Gorak smiled before raising his hand toward the waitress nearby. "Umm… excuse me, one ale for me and another for this gentleman."
"Aye. Right away, sir."
The armor guy carefully put down his book, closed it, and fixed his gaze on Gorak. "I'm only doing this as a favor to the merchant. Since he arranged this meeting for one person, I expected that none of your companions would be sitting at this table. If they do, I'll leave this area and continue my journey."
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I'm sure the merchant already mentioned the terms of the negotiation. I don't work for free, and I don't tolerate disrespect. Payment is determined by the value of the information."
Gorak nodded before signaling Valcrea to move back to their own table. She glared but complied, walking away in irritation.
After watching her leave, the armor guy turned his attention back to Gorak.
