"Aubin," the bearish Master Wimund said, clapping the flustered man heavily on the shoulder. "Let Benouet explain, it's his plan, he should be the one to unfold it. You and I, we just need to answer questions if Her Eternity has any questions for us. Apologies," the burly master said, turning to look at Ashlynn and Nyrielle a touch sheepishly. "My friend here isn't accustomed to working for such important clients."
"And you are?" Nyrielle said with a raised eyebrow.
"Mistress might be interested to know that Master Wimund trades in stone. The statue of you that stands in the plaza was sourced from his marble quarry when his grandfather ran the family business," Ashlynn added helpfully. "Though he trades in far more than just marble."
