Alexander tapped his mug with his fingertips listening to the planning and the ideas, nodding his head a bit. The plans had taken form, and yet he found himself wondering on a few things. His eyes moved over at Talanna for a moment, and he spoke a bit carefully. "Things will probably get worse before they get better, but hopefully the nobility wont take their anger out on innocent people. It may happen but I still dislike that." He sighed a bit and looked at Samuel and Belinda. "If you can hook me up with ingredients, I ought to at least be able to work together some goods for healers to attend to people that might end up injured in the ruckus. I am not particularily willing to give my stock to charity directly, but I am willing to do some work without getting paid." He muttered, looking away a moment ,then looking at Talanna.<br/><br/>"I don't know how the nobility may treat elves when frustrated and angry, but if they cause harm to the spies.." He looked at Daniel and Talanna, and then at the others. "..I'm willing to try and provide some healing potions at the cost they have to create them, under the 'market price'." He grit his teeth together faintly at that. "Or free of charge in an obviously serious case, money shouldn't be the driving force in that but I try to keep myself over the red line in the business. Otherwise I stop contributing to the cause in the long-run afterall." Alexander shrugged faintly, looking away a bit awkward.<br/><br/>"I hate it but this is not something I can do much to help in. Its your show but I'll try and offer my help to either side, the spies, and the 'acquisition experts of hoarded wealth'." He smirked. "Both in the nicest sense of the words."