“You recently purchased a mine,” Ulanain said. “It produced a substance called Ninoite, and I find myself in need of a sizable quantity of it.”
“Ninoite,” she said, obviously intrigued, “now what could you possibly need with something so dangerous as that. You aren’t deciding to dabble into our mother’s profession as well as soldiering, are you?”
“No. No. Nothing like that,” he said, shaking his head hard. “I can’t tell you what it is that I will be using it for, but it won’t be anything so...sordid.”
“Well,” she drolled, eyes shifting past him to scan the blank space behind his head, seeming to calculate a figure, “I wouldn’t set myself against stopping you if that was the kind of thing you were up to anyways. So long as you weren’t looking to slip the poison into my chalice as it were
