"Oh you want to do what now? You know you're late right? And by quite a margin eh? You know I have a business to run don't you? Heck I'm doin' yet employer a favor selling them my stock at a reasonable rate at such a short notice! Now quit your belly aching and get over to the warehouse before I change my mind. I'll meet you two at the other entrance."
The bartender handed the invoice over to Ne'zon and closed the door behind him, locking and causing a minor commotion on the other side.
"Uncleeeeeee! You can't just yell at them! They act tough but it's because they deal with a lot of mercenaries and the like in there. They really mean well but they have to keep a front ok?"