Julia
*He steps up and nods, clearing his throat.*
"*Ahem*, what Miss Akasha says here is true. It was to my shock walking through the market district to hear a deal going on, and a merchant asking the price of a *Thousand* Gold. While I might say the amulet being sold in question was well crafted, it certainly did not warrant an insane price such as this. As such, being an arbiter of justice, I informed the merchant of the laws he was breaking; scamming sellers, theft by deceit, countless merchant code regulations. While Mr. Epuluk agreed to give us a fair price, there is nothing stopping him from continuing what he was attempting to do to countless others. I back up this claim with the fact that he sent us on an errand in exchange for the amulet itself, speaking with a contract specialist who had banned him from business. His reasoning? Mr. Epuluk was forcing him to make his contract into scams, hoping the party signing would not read fine print, and be screwed over."
*He shakes his head at this to act as if it would be something he was ashamed of hearing.*

"So we have, multiple counts of crimes with multiple charges, known intent to commit said crimes with a history, and we are looking for a means to an end. Something that will stop him from continuing. That is where you come in. If you force Mr. Epuluk to be bound by a contract to only do *Proper* Business, you will be safe from any legal action. However, without something like that, it is possible you could face charges just as bad as his for supplying these materials with the knowledge of what he is doing, with him even carrying your business. It does sound awfully suspicious that you live on breadcrumbs between visits from him, but can afford all you need when he is around."
*He puts on a smirk, knowing he has them in a corner, legally.*
"Now, actions can be made, laws can be broken, people can be taken to jail. But that's a lot of hassle. Let's say you and I cut out the middleman and you agree to our deal here, so as we benefit and you benefit from being cleared through the eyes of the law."
Ann
"That is... Certainly not possible, he's a credible merchant! And a very cautious one at that, he wouldn't do something as blatant as that! He'd get caught with legal action immediately, he's been buying from us for decades, even worked with my old man!" *Ilgrid desperately retorts back, even as he said this, he struggled with the part where he said "Worked with my old man," Like he wasn't sure of it, which is rather odd.* "Even if what you were saying were true, and I bet it weren't, what would you do about it!"

"But I have no idea the first thing about business, he's been the only one buying from this workshop for years, I rely on him. If I try to rope him up in whatever contract shenaniganry you're thinking of, he's break off our connection. We're left without anyone to buy from us! Even if he were a criminal, I don't see why we'd be roped up in all of it, all he does is buy from us" *Ilgrid desperately argues that the workshop cannot survive without Epuluk,* "After every sale we make, all of my employees say the same thing, that I should 'find more reliable clients', it isn't that I don't agree with them but it's a matter of fact that I can't find anyone for some reason. It's like everyone avoids us..."

*It is fortunate that he at least can take some advice from his employees, however despite that he can't get out of this rut because no ones willing to buy from him, except Epuluk. Which is strange, what you see is definitely high quality and it would be strange if no one wished to buy from this workshop. Perhaps it has to do with Epuluk once again.*
Julia
"Perhaps the reason everyone avoids you is because you allow people like that to be associated with your business. I'm no shop owner, but I am a customer. When I hear about a less than reputable man purchasing from a business, I don't think to myself 'wow I should go there next.' I steer as clear from it as I can."
*He shakes his head.*
"You want business advice? I'll give you this piece for free."
*He looks at Ilgrid right into his eyes and speaks slowly in a demeaning manor.* 
"What. Your. Doing. Isn't. Working."
*He goes back to his usual posture looking at the others in the building.*
"I can see your other men are thinking it, and by the look of things, have expressed that to you explicitly. This is an unsustainable business model you have here, and Mr. Epuluk, if you excuse my blunt metaphor, is a parasite. Something that feeds off you, sure, maybe it helps you out in some minor ways, but in the end, the host always dies, and the parasite moves on. If you want his business, you need to make *Him* Get it from you. Agree to supply shipments in bulk picked up at certain times so you don't have periods without income."
*He smiles.*
"You want attention? When people hear that your shop whipped up a scammer into shape and set him right, the people will love it. Add in some minor details for the rumors, maybe someone threw a shoe at Epuluk to intimidate him. Anything that isn't normal that will create buzz. Word will spread fast, and your shop will be filled with people curious to hear the full tale and while they are in here, you have customers, which leads to people seeing you have customers, which leads to more customers."
*He nods to himself.*
"So, for a simple deal of making this man agree to not scamming people in exchange for your product. You get a better offer, more customers, and more consistent money. I don't know about you, but I'd have to *Want* My business to fail if I were in your shoes and thought about saying no."
Ann
"Do you really think it'd work? Would he even accept an offer such as that... He's always been loyal to this workshop, but nowadays it seems like... He doesn't care anymore. I still don't believe it, I mean, I remember him and my father talking about bright prospects and making toasts to a bright future ahead of them, that's why I spent all of my youth working towards bettering my craft" *He reminisces, struggling to believe the only way out is to betray an old family friend, but then maybe he got greedy and now he no longer cares about the workshop except for the jewels they cut.*

"If I accept this, do you truly believe I have someway of have a way of surviving if Epuluk disagrees and stops working with us? While our circumstances may be dire, we can keep our workshop because of him, and despite the fact that we don't have much food between him buying our stock, at the very least we can continue on like this for a while." *The other employees groan, sick of the circumstances of this workshop and their future prospects.*