Cain sighed.
Anathe shrugged and leaned back,
"Are you surprised?"
Cain remained silent.
Anathe smiled,
"Well you shouldn't be."
Steve quietly cleared his throat,
"If I may... I'd like to say that we come in good faith."
He raised his index finger,
"As you might already know, your highness, I am one you might consider a mage. And I specialize in many areas of the arcane arts, but one of my most recent focuses is alchemy."
Steve grinned as he lightly slapped the stone table,
"If you help us out, I will be able to develop many elixers and potions for your workers and warriors. You want them big? No problem. You want them hardworking? Say no more! I'll—"
Anathe let out a soft giggle, the sound pleasant and not what one would expect of a being with insectoid origins,
"Sorry, but that still won't be enough to convince me."
She turned her head slightly and glanced at Cain.
Cain frowned.
He had an idea of why he had been refused so blatantly.
