"Why would you need to buy my elixir? Doesn't your high-level chief alchemist conjure up something better?" Selina inquired, her eyes steady.
Selina's question struck a chord. Mary who is known for her astuteness, recognized the inherent complexities of their conversation. It wasn't merely a transaction; it was a dance of alliances and rivalries in the intricate web of Castra City's power dynamics.
"Name your price, Selina," Mary persisted, breaking the momentary silence.
Selina, a shrewd negotiator, didn't rush her response. She leaned forward, intertwining her fingers. "You know the exclusivity of the elixir and my arrangement with the Russells. I have the sole supply rights. Why do you think they chose me? I can't just give out the expert information because you request it"
