Up until now, the Elves haven't made themselves quite annoying to my fortress; the most I ever noticed them was when they ran away from Gobbers and I got to laugh or something. So a heathen caravan comes on in and we roll out bins and bins of the best quality rock mechandise we could find. Pages upon pages of designation where I had to mark each and every god damned =conglomerate scepter=. I was just about hand-dead by the time we got done. Big business was going down here, tens of thousands of Dorfbucks worth of stuff on both sides. We lined up a good Trader Profit because we're such a generous and fair people at Anusdimple...
"Once a beautiful tree, now a bauble fit only for your kind!"
Douchebag Elfbag Communist Hippie seems unwilling to trade.
So I missed one single bin and he got his feelings hurt. The two hundred logs we agreed to purchase from his caravan, no, he was cool with that. And the other twenty bins of stuff were ok becuase we took out each bit and kept the bins for ourselves. But telling them to just take the stupid bin, this-one-time? Dealbreaker, baby. Complete and abject atrocity. I might as well have started gassing Jews right there in that Depot for all he cared.
Imbecilic pagan creatures such as these deserve none of this province's finest crafts and arts. I ordered the Champion of Anusdimple and his best troops to seize all the goods we had designated for the trade. So instead of a fairly even exchange that further promotes goodwill between intelligent peoples, we got everything and the Elves got the boot. This was what came of this fortress' flawless relations to this point? A single *Larch Bin* ruins the deal? They are fortunate they were not cast out by Dorfen arms.
... So when can I expect the ten-page ambush?