“Great,” Shyan says. “Let’s see the coins.”
The musicians exchange a look that instantly tells her things won’t be so easy. “We represent certain… interested parties whose wealth far exceeds our own,” says the flutist.
“Clearly,” mutters Cang.
“Our client is a collector,” says the drummer. “A person of refined tastes who enjoys nothing more than the pretty baubles of this mortal coil.”
Abia cocks an eyebrow at this. “Your client is of this mortal coil?”
The musicians exchange another look. “Well, the coin is good,” says the flutist. “So,” she continues. “You hungry?”