The old merchant nodded. "Indeed? Then I suspect we have a common cause. As these thieves have both stolen my goods, and murdered my servants, by local law, I am entitled to weregild, or compensation for those. As I have not received it, unsurprisingly. I am allowed to declare a blood feud on them. But I am old, and no longer a warrior... which means that I am well within my rights to name... advocates to act on my behalf," he said, smiling mischievously.<br/><br/>"You wouldn't happen to know anyone who might be interested in hunting them down, and exacting a blood price, would you? Why, I might even go so far as to offer the blade, in exchange for such services rendered. If only I knew of someone who might be motivated and resourceful enough to accomplish such a task," he finished, a mirthful twinkle in his eye.