Inanna Harth
Jedi Knight
“Blood spice.” She took one more step, and was able to put her hands on his desk and lean forward slightly. Might as well get as much mileage out of that plunging neckline as possible. “That’s what we want.”
“Who is your supplier? Or better yet, where was it manufactured?” she asked. “As long as we’re sure it’s being made by a legitimate plant, and not some backwoods moonshiner looking to make an extra buck selling a product that's less than pure, we’ll be golden.”
"What kind of proof you need? My wares ain't exactly reusable."
“Who is your supplier? Or better yet, where was it manufactured?” she asked. “As long as we’re sure it’s being made by a legitimate plant, and not some backwoods moonshiner looking to make an extra buck selling a product that's less than pure, we’ll be golden.”