The merchant opened and closed his mouth several times. His plans had been exposed in an instant, and this ornament maker was making a fool of him. Had one of his men tipped him off? Had he planned this from the start? The glass ornaments were beautiful, and certainly they'd fetch a high novelty price, but how did he manage to know just what would happen when a merchant of his level got wind of them? After a moment, the merchant's face reddened and he glared at the man. "How do you presume to know all of this?"