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Erik gave a small smile at the name. "Ah yes, Miss Finch. We've traded eggs-for-bones before." The saying, eggs-for-bones, was almost like the modern-day version of 'it's not a big deal'. In this instance, Erik was stating that the trades made with the Northern Gravelordess were insignificant.

At the correct accusation of his line of work, Erik pretended to be slightly offended. "Thieves? Why, sir, you appall me. Such a band of distrusting fellows with an adventurer and humble trader as myself?" He shook his head, but then gave a true an honest smile. Erik liked a challenge every once in a while. "Nonetheless, I accept your offer. Miss Finch is good as scared." Already, the gears were turning, cognitive cogs grinding together to formulate a plan.

He was about to offer his hand across the table for a good ol' fashioned handshake, signing that the deal was done, when a question struck his brain. "Just, ah, a few questions, sir. How scared do you want this Miss Finch? What's the message I'm supposed to send?" This would be important, and highly change his approach to the challenge. "Am I looking to scare her away? Or am I to simply remind her of whose territory she crosses in?" And on that note... "And what would you consider 'harmed'? I don't want to give either of the Missuses a few scrapes and lose my head..."

Regardless of what the Gravelord would tell him, once his questions were answered, Erik would extend his hand. In a way, he really didn't have a choice. He did, but he was too wise to refuse such an offer as this. "Pleasure doing business with you, sir." Once the hands were shook, the deal done, Erik stood to take his leave. "My address has not changed. I presume I will find the goods delivered by the morn, yes?" The thing that Erik did like about the cold man was that he was very prompt with his payments. He left gun and ammunition on the desk, as usual, so that he may collect them. Erik was never worried about not recieving payments. If they were not made, he would simply steal them. And his traded item, as interest.

After speaking to the Gravelord, he turned to Anastasia. "Well, Miss Umbridge, I am uncertain if you wish to follow me now or arrive with my payments, but if you are to follow me now, I am taking my leave." He knew that when she would leave was entirely up to the Gravelord, but it was simple civility to ask the woman herself.