Yawo Caverenelo looked down his nose at the dwarven broker in disdain. Why ? Of the 500 urists of goods, there was the tiny glint of a poor, brutally slaughtered oaken earring!
"One a beautiful tree, and now a bauble fit for only your kind! I shall not trade with your barbarian kin!"
He signaled to his companion, Lali Thilurini, and they both started to pack their goods.
The dwarf, Thob Kosothkubuk Palacelances smilied eerily.
"Indeed, good elf. It is our grievous mistake, and I assure you you will never see this happen again."
Yawo nodded grimly, still somewhat dizzy from the anger of a tree-corpse lying there. Never mind the fact that the earring was actually elven and were from last year's caravan that fell prey to two packs of dark stranglers.
Thob Kosothkubuk, still with his eerie smile, added:
"Have a nice trip, and do come next year."
Still not noticing anything, the two elves turned their pack horses and headed back out the muddy entrance. They stepped over some useless looking bridges ("Why did they build a bunch of bridges uselessly?" They were even made of MAPLE! The atrocity!) and glanced at a mudstone fortification, which was blocked by a gabbro contraption. A rumbling sound was heard...
and two bridges closed with a final slam.
"By the gods!"
Another grinding was heard, and the gabbro things slid into the ground. Water coursed into the muddy corridor - it was now evident that the muddiness was because of the many uses.
The words of the broker was heard like an echo ... "never see this happen again..."
With one last gasp of water, the two elves died along with their horses.
I use that flooding room both for defense against the Fortress Defense enemies AND to kill all elves that dislike my choice of wooden trades goods.