β β β β β frankly I give less of a damn about whatever science project sheβs cookinβ up but sureβ β
β β β β his one good arm digs around in his pockets before heβs producing his government id, plus all of the other things Nico sent him away with.
β Nico? Ah, right. I have a Nico customerβ¦ β she takes a ledger, turns a few pages, looking for the information. She nods when she finds it. β Yes, right here. Enchanted gunpowder. Dried jasmine. Sigilsβ¦ β
She opens drawers, fetches the package. β Here they are. Now, β