The alchemist keeps her mouth shut, which Cang sees as a smart move. All the same, he says, “No response? I suppose you think this cap ugly?”
“No,” the alchemist mumbles.
“Relax, Cang,” Fassn says. “It’s a stupid looking hat and it’s way too big for you. Give it here.” He grabs for it; Cang nimbly ducks away.
“Hey, hey,” Shyan calls out. “We’re on the job here.” She hardens her expression, gets up close to the alchemist’s fear-stricken face. “Who’s your buyer?”
“Eric,” she sputters. “Eric… Wagon.”
Shyan blinks. “You must be kidding me.”
“No, no, that’s really it,” the alchemist says, a wheedling smile blooming upon her lips.
“Eric Wagon?” Cang sniffs derisively.
“So what are we waiting for?” The alchemist looks around with renewed enthusiasm. “Let’s go deliver these crates!”