One of the merchants, overhearing the statements, laughs out loud before approaching the table, leaning on it with heavy hands and stinking breath. "You meant to tell me your dead got up and walked about? Nonsense. That's a tall tale to scare children and try and weasel out of trading what's rightfully ours. Now, me and these folks here aren't going to go hungry because of your incompetence, so better start coming up with a way to make sure we get what we want, or your city isn't seeing a single trader from the surface ever again."
He was clearly inebriated, although he stood firm all the same.