Perhaps you should be the one to call the guards, ey?
Our cities will shake off yer petty assault!
It took me great silver to get these goods. Ye won't take them from me!
Aye, I'm a thief. Won't mean I tolerate another!
The Gondorians don't deserve them trinkets, and neither do you!
I'll rather return all of these to the sea than give them up to ye!
I'm trading, would ye tick off?
Could ye bother someone else with yer foolery?
Ye've travelled all this way, but for what? I ain't trading with an enemy of Umbar!
If the Men of Gondor are yer allies, ye're me enemy, #!
I shall not trade me wares or silver with ye. Sell yer wretched goods elsewhere!
The silver of Umbar ain't finding its way into yer hands, #!
There ain't nothing for the likes of ye to buy here!
I ain't selling to the scum of Gondor!
Ye'll get no goods from me, #!
Off with ye, Gondorian scum!
Begone from these lands, #! Yer kind is not welcome here!
Off with ye, #!
No business for ye!
Begone, villain from the North!
Ye're an enemy of Umbar, #!
Stop this fellow, before something is stolen!
Northerners! Someone, call the guards!
Ye'll pay with blood, northerner!
Me shop is closed. I shan't do any business with ye!
Let us barter and live in peace, troublemaker!
Yer kind makes me sick! Ruining a peaceful bazaar!
Have ye got no respect for unarmed citizens?
Disturber of peace! Defiler of trade!
Leave now, and never come back!