The elven man frowned only slightly, not because he was offended, but because the stammerings bear in front of him make him kinda flabbergasted. 

"What are you talking about?" he groaned. "You worried over nothing. I sold the stuff to you because they were simply what you asked for, a bag of old bread. Even if I still have the stock you have now, I would not sell my inferior produce to them, or let them have it. Nah, I'd rather let those York kids come back tomorrow, buy the freshly baked ones, and undoubtedly be satisfied with what they get rather than having them go home now with stale bread."