The mood in the room turned sour. Well, sourer. It was already quite sour.
"Representative," the leading Sorcerer spoke with a serious tone. "Please, keep your escort in check. His words could be considered slander."
Kyle smiled sheepishly. "Excuse my partner," he said before turning to Bonk. "Bonk, this is not a scam. It is a trade."
"Trade is scam," Bonk said. "Too much Sorcerer. Never need Sorcerer."
Kyle carefully pulled the crumpled agreement out of Bonk's hands and looked at it.
"While I do not agree with your choice of words, you are right. Ten required commissions per week is a bit much," Kyle said.
The Sorcerers looked even angrier.
They had only received a quick apology for something this disrespectful.
"This agreement is already our final offer," the leading Sorcerer spoke. "As long as you agree, we will be working with you for the next year."
"Mind if I read through it?" Kyle asked.
