Perhaps you should be the one to call the guards, ey?
It took me a mighty long time to forge these scimitars. Ye won't take them from me!
Could ye bother someone else with yer troublemaking?
Be off, before I strike ye with me blazing hammer!
The only scimitar fit for ye would be one embedded in yer gut!
I would not trade with ye, even if all me coffers lay empty!
No trade for ye, #!
Ye've got the stink of Gondor about ye!
I don't know how ye made it past our warriors, but yer path ends here!
Ye'll pay with blood, northerner!
Are the green lands not enough for ye? Begone!