Bob still stands beneath the rival mine's braziers, holding the sealed crock of rendered honey resin, his gold, and the unstable amber remedy. Mara remains at the ledger table, while the lean rival miner and broad miner watch every movement.
Mara Flintspoon
That resin could turn your cloudy sediment into a proper healing draught. It could also make a mess of your reputation if you rush the mixture.
The amber remedy glows faintly through its stopper, leaving a heavy medicinal scent in the warm air. The honey resin is thick, fragrant, and carefully sealed beneath waxed leather.
the lean rival miner
He bought the resin here, Mara. If his remedy works, every mine will come asking for the same bargain.
the broad rival miner
Or they will come asking why the first batch made miners sluggish. Either way, his name is already in the book.
Bob Bobbin
The resin is still sealed, and the amber remedy remains unstable.
Mara Flintspoon
You can return to your own still, Bobbin, or test the binding here under witnesses. Choose carefully. The ledger remembers more than names.