Argent shrugs again. "Proxy fights, like I said. Intimidating shareholders, undercutting contracts ..." He refers to the screen, pointing to a particular paragraph with a metallic finger. "Yeah, here it is. As one of the oldest elves around, James Telestrian has a megahuge rep in the Tir, which he’s managed to parlay into a partial lock on the business community. That means if Timothy wants to increase his market share—and trust me, he does—he’s got to do it outside the Tir." He looks at me expectantly.