Well there goes that theory, Noriko thinks, biting her lip. If anything it served as another indicator. If the satrap is giving firedust to his troops, then he had to be getting it from somewhere...and wherever that was it was likely not within the city. The thought of cutting off the satrap's supply of the stuff was a delicious one in her mind.<br/><br/>"I'll...be sure to do so," Noriko says to the thaumaturge's comment about strange blondes. She files it under things not to seriously consider, given the old man's strange behavior.<br/><br/>"If you excuse us, we best get going. It was nice doing business with you Cloxeta, please look us up again if you require other hard to get items."<br/><br/>She gave Brass a nod and got out of the seat, keen on exiting the strange house of the strange man.<br/><br/>Once outside, Noriko thinks for a moment and turns to Brass. "I'm going to need see if any merchants are acting on behalf of our beloved satrap. He's getting the stuff from somewhere. And until I figure what he's using it for, it's something I don't trust him with."