“Bregan D’aerthe‘s credit is still good here,” Valas said. “I need supplies.”
“Credit?” said Firritz. “That word implies that your master at some point intends to pay his debt. I run up a tab, more and more, year after year, and see nothing for it. Maybe things have changed enought that that isn’t necessary anymore, eh?”
“Take a deep breath,” Valas said.
The old drow looked at him. They stayed like that for a bit, but finally Firritz breathed in a deep breath then exhaled slowly.
“That’s what you see for it,” Valas finished, “and it’s necessary I get a few supplies.”