Silas hesitated for a moment, then decided to trust Zephyra with his unique ability. "Actually, I have a special talent that might interest you," he said, his voice low. "I can copy the magical effects of objects."
Zephyra's eyes widened, flashing a vibrant orange. Her hair seemed to stand on end, crackling with energy. "You what?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and concern. "Well, don't you dare do that to my precious stock! How will I put food on the table if you just steal all the magical effects of my products?"
Silas raised his hands in a placating gesture. "I wouldn't dream of it," he assured her quickly. "I respect your business and your livelihood."
Zephyra's hair settled slightly, but her eyes remained wary. She paced back and forth, muttering to herself. Silas watched as her expression gradually shifted from concern to contemplation.
