"Ten percent?" She asks doubtfully. "Um, just a minute." She turns away, holding out her palm. "Mist, how many do I have?"
"you have twenty chips," Mist says in his odd, rustling voice as he curls onto her palm. "Diamond. And you still have the two sapphires. If you must, get those ones infused first, they will hold more."
"Thanks, Mist." Freya turns back. "I have ten diamond chips and two sapphire marks I would like swapped, please."