They Call Me MISTER Snodgrass

[Samuel Snodgrass]

"Ore works, though I wouldn't object to refined."

[Mien]

"Magical, mundane? What sort of work is this going to be for? Are you looking for getting a great deal for mass-producing, or smaller amounts for hand-working pieces?"

[Samuel Snodgrass]

"S'gonna be for all sorts of work, actually."

(I wasn't familiar with any distinction between magical and mundane metals; is this something that my levels in crafts might have made Samuel aware of, or would that be knowledge that he would be lacking in light of his low Occult?)

[Mien]

((His lack of occult does make it difficult for him to know what she's talking about.))

"Well, I suppose I might be able to get you some so you can start your work. Would you be willing to come pick it up?"

[Samuel Snodgrass]

"If there's one think I can do, it's build stuff. If there's two things I can do, it's move stuff around, and then build it into stuff. Now, have you any requests of me for my end of the bargain?"

[Mien]

She smiles.

"Perhaps once you're established I could ask for a medial piece of commission?"

[Samuel Snodgrass]

"Got me a workshop all set up and shiny. What strikes your fancy?"

[Mien]

"Perhaps a copper circlet, charged with power from the heavens? A rough recipe, feel free to adjust as you see fit."

[Samuel Snodgrass]

"Yes'm, we'll see what we can do."