<strong>"No,"</strong>Thyriellentha begins, humorlessly.<strong>"I was speaking of economic incentives. The city may be able to appeal to these noble families financially, given the fact that they make their money through industries, mostly. Lighten tariffs or taxes temporarily, or perhaps give more lucrative contracts to those families who assist us. Excuse me, I'll go speak with Rulathon now."</strong>Thyriellentha exits the room, but not before locking eyes with Adrian as she leaves.<br/><br/>{Edit: And in case I didn't point it out earlier, on the necromancer's left arm is in a black velvet glove/sleeve that goes all the way to her shoulder.}