You can kill me all you wish, but you're forgetting one thing. THERE AREN'T ENOUGH OF YOU SPRINGDALIANS TO KEEP ME FROM FELLING ALL YOUR STAVES.
Kill me once, you lose all your city staves. Continue it and none of your buildings will be safe. Even if it takes me years, I'll see your city pay me for your insolence in all it's silver. So, continue because I like being rich and getting if off of you.
Written by my hand on the 7th of Hindyear, in the year 1180.