intih wasn't quite sure what he thought about the Duke bringing the sword-cane. On the one hand it was only normal for a person to want to bring their own protection but it also made Sin feel that Tristan didn't quite trust him to do it for him, even though he had successfully fended off all the attempts on Tristan's life since his employment here. Not that there had been any. Still, on paper, the results looked good. In the end, Sin let the Duke do as he pleased, not that he would be able to stop him even if he wanted to, and accepted the cane. He even made a mock dodge away from the swing as Tristan tried his blade out safely away from him. He quietly nodded at Tristan's note on titles once the blade was back in it's sheath-cane. "I'll keep that in mind, ser."
Sin couldn't help the smirk as Tristan off-handedly chided him, intentionally or not, for trying to remind the Duke as to why he'd been woken up so early. "If you think yours isn't working then we should definitely look for a new one. Nothing is more dangerous than having the wrong amount of something explode in your face."
His finger lightly brushed his cheek where shrapnel from an explosion had once cut him. "As for the reagents... We can get some long lasting, general things but I wouldn't get anything specific unless you already know exactly what you'd like to make. My mentor always insisted on having everything planned out before spending a single copper. I find it is a solid approach to the art, ser."
Having said that, though, Sin didn't really think he'd bother trying to keep Tristan from spending or wasting money on reagents they might never use or that might perish before they found a use for them. It was the Duke's money after all.
The Eídisi raised his eyebrows behind Tristan's back. There was a warm flare up from his asterism as he felt proud for having Tristan talk about the local businessmen like that. "Well, ser, I'm probably not the right person to ask but I think anyone could be made to like anyone. That said, making one person like you always causes another to dislike you so having everyone like you is impossible. Without magic, at least. I'm sure you and I could alchemize the mythical love potion and mix it in with the local water supply..."
He shrugged, a smile on his face. Tristan's way of looking at things effected Sin, occasionally. A few bits later they were on the road, heading towards Oakleigh.
The time it took to get to Oakleigh itself, Sintih filled with some friendly questioning. He asked about Tristan's friend, Valeria Burhan and how things were going with her, when he expected to bring her to Oakleigh. He inquired as to when Ayla would begin her schooling and if the Duke hoped his daughter would pick up something artsy as well. On a more serious note, he asked if Tristan managed to learn some sign language yet and if Tristan had heard anything about his half-brother since the incident at the mage burning. The questions and answers filled the time needed to get to Oakleigh. As they arrived at the gate, Gallien was sitting on his own horse, waiting for his two companions. "Ser, Duke."
He nodded towards Sin and then put his hand on his chest and bowed towards Tristan, as deep as his horse allowed him. "I've arranged an appointment with the Oonco family head. They're the largest supplier of glassware in Oakleigh and are sure to have most, if not all, of the tools you're looking for this trial."
Gallien had been given a list of things they required without a reason why. Like any good mercenary, the young man had taken the list and ran with it, no questions asked. His knowledge of the locals had done him good in his search and now Sintih and Tristan were set up with a meeting with potential new allies and suppliers. Sintih didn't think things would go as easily as Gallien might see it but what skills the young ranger may lack in social settings he made up for his knowledge of the wilds. "The Oonco family aren't the only glassware producers and sellers in town but they are the largest."
Sin added, hinting at the fact that Tristan might have to turn to rivals earlier than he'd like.
Sintih let Gallien lead them to the Oonco family store. It was a well designed and taken care off shop. Their steady supply of vials and other glassware to the Thorn family, one of Oakleigh's Big Four, provided them with a nearly endless market on top of their smaller customers. This connection was also the reason why Sin didn't think they'd get far here but this was up to Tristan. His horse stopped easily and Sin climbed out of the saddle, tying the horse down. Gallien held Maxos in place while the Duke dismounted, whether he needed the help or not, and quietly remained outside as the Duke and his advisor stood in front of the door to the shop. Before they got to it, it was suddenly pulled inward and a thinner man appeared. His athletic build and the burn marks all along his naked arms told Sin this was either one of the craftsmen or someone from the Oonco family.
"Lord Venora. Your servant told us to expect you this trial but I didn't think it'd be so soon."
While he sounded like he was happy to see the Duke, the absence of any smiling what so ever told Sin that the man was a good salesman as well, on top of being a hard working glassworker. "I couldn't let you be received by any old servant so I came out myself. Please, please, come in."
He back in and aside, motioning for the two men to follow in. "Shall I send someone to fetch something to drink or some snacks while we talk?"
He closed the door behind Sin and Tristan once they were inside. The shop looked as well designed and cared for as the outside. Vials of various shapes and sizes, beakers and glasses, windows and various animal shaped glassworks lined the different shelves around the room. To the left of the entrance stood a simple counter and near the back a stained glass door lead into the back of the place. "Oh, my manners..."
The man shook his head, mostly at himself. "I am Lear Oonco, head of the Oonco family."
Sin didn't like the tone of the man's voice or his behavior so far but he kept quiet, leaving Tristan to do the talking.