From Tyrion's Astral form, a law shard slowly grew out from his chest, hovering in the air between him and Tide. Tide's eyes grew as he stared at the shard. "Yes, yes. Indeed we can trade. You have offered something of great value, something that deserves its place in my treasury."
Tyrion glanced at the shard with a reluctant look on his face, but thinking of what he was to gain, he believed it was worth it. He closed his eyes as he said to Tide, "In exchange for this law shard of mine, I request the materials stated in the tome, enough of these materials to craft a tower."
"A reasonable price. But are you sure you have the capabilities to craft this tower on your own?" Tide continued, a calculating glint in his eye. "You should be aware that all I have circulating in the mortal world are raw materials which are molded into components. Components that need to be crafted by the most capable hands and a trustworthy forger."
