The refined Orichalcum remained sitting between us, so did the tea, having long gone cold.
Nobody seemed particularly eager to move.
Kisho's merchant brain had clearly taken over his host brain, and the two of them were having a vigorous internal debate that I was watching play out across his expression in real time.
His ears had come fully forward, and His eyes kept moving between the refined block of jade-green metal and me as he calculated the consequences me revealing manufacturing the finished product of his entire industry while drinking tea.
Eventually he looked up and cleared his throat.
But you can't produce it at the rate I'd need. You wouldn't be able to sustain this to-"
"I can," I shrugged, and the moment I did, both eyes of both men snapped at my face.
"I recover mana faster than I can spend it. I can do this all day."
