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Mace strolled over to where Rhazien was seated.
"I've got the stuff you wanted. Cost me an arm and a leg to get it. Don't worry though, it was someone else's limbs." Mace paused for a moment to think about the cannibals. "It's all in this here bag."
He slid a brown sack across the table. Rhazien reached to grab it, but Mace stuck out his hand to grab the outstretched arm. Twisting it over, he looked at the tattoos.
"Those better be octopus ink. But knowing you, they're likely not." He relenquished his grip, then waved for Rhazien to inspect the bag.
"As I said, it's all there. The sprouts will need some time to grow, but everything else in there is ready. The two metalminds you wanted are in the cedar boxes near the bottom. Finest quality, I got them from the same place I get mine. The copper may be a bit rusty, but it's the best I could do given your, um, specifications." Mace had debated putting a Rosharian chicken that was neither dead nor alive in the box, but common sense had won out. One did not try and cheat death. Casually nodding in the direction of the seemingly empty corner of the room, he waited for Rhazien to complete his inspection.