Gareth tried to suppress a scowl. He wanted to negotiate like a man, not whine like a sulky child. But internally he was certainly sulking. This was why the rich kept getting richer. Just because this bloke had that bloody map. He didn't even know the area. But Gareth knew that Quentin could easily hire a hundred local men in his place, so he had no ground to negotiate. "Yes sir," he said through gritted teeth, flustered over his wounded pride.