“No need for tools,” Ulanain said to cut the sudden tension, reaching into the box but being blocked by the supervisor moving to cut him off.
“No Highness,” he shrieked. The big man’s hand caught Ulanain’s wrist. “The ninoite is deadly. It can soak right through your skin if you aren’t careful.” Ulanain paused in his reaching, hand hovering over a clump of pink crystal resting on a bed of linen inside of the crate. The crystal was oblong in shape like a ball, and after Ulanain stopped to look at it, he could see two straps held it securely to a board the linen was wedged between. “If you will allow me,” Kole said, taking a board and paper that was resting inside the box.
“That may be best,” Ulanain agreed, stepping away to allow the man work.
Two gloves, thick cotton fashioned things th
