figure. He was, however, one of the most celebrated alchemists in the North, a fact that Elastul and Shoudra Stargleam knew well.
The Marchion of Mirabar began clapping, his smile wide and sincere, for Nanfoodle has just brought him a piece of specially treated metal, smelted and fashioned of ore taken from the mines just a tenday before.
Coated with the new formula the ingenious gnome had concocted, this plate was stronger than the others made of the same batch.
To the side, the Sceptrana was too busy continuing her inspection of the various pieces to join in the applause, but she did offer an appreciative nod to the gnome, which Nanfoodle gladly accepted. The two were great friends and had been since before Elastul had hired Nanfoodle and brought him to Mirabar, mostly on the recommendation of Shoudra.
"And with your new treatment for the metals, our pieces will prove the best in the North," Elastul said.
"Well..." The gnome hesitated. "They will be better than they were, but. . ."
"But? There can be no 'buts,' my dear Nanfoodle. Sceptrana Shoudra has contracts to secure, and it will take the finest-not merely better, but the finest! -to reclaim much of the commerce lost in recent years."
"The ore from our rivals is richer, and their techniques impeccable," Nanfoodle explained. "My treatment will increase the strength and durability of our products by a fair amount, but I doubt that we'll outshine the ore of Mithral Hall."
Elastul seemed to collapse in his seat, his hands clenched at his side.
"But we have improved!" Nanfoodle said with great enthusiasm, hoping the emotion would prove infectious.
It didn't.
"I do believe that this is the first time any measurable improvement through alchemical treatments has ever been honestly noted," Shoudra Stargleam added, and she quietly tossed a wink Nanfoodle's way. "Despite the outlandish claims of many alchemists, there have been few -nay, not few, but no, improvements that are not magical in nature.
"And any improvement will help," Shoudra went on. "There arc many previous clients who are on the borderline of decisions between Mirabar and Mithral Hall, and if we can improve our quality without raising our prices, then I believe I may sway more than a few our way."
Elastul did begin to brighten at that, even started to nod, but Nanfoodle chimed in, "Well. .."
"Well?" the marchion asked suspiciously.
"The adamantine flakes needed in the treating solution do not come cheap," the gnome admitted.
Elastul dropped his head into his hands. Behind him, the four Hammers muttered a few select curses.
"You are using adamantine?" Shoudra asked. "I thought you were experimenting with lead."
"I was," the gnome answered. "And all of the blending formula was developed with lead as the additive base." He gave a shrug. "But that only weakened the end product, unfortunately."
"Wait," Elastul bade him with biting and obvious sarcasm. The marchion came up straight in his chair, his finger pointing as if he had suddenly caught on to the big picture. "You have found a way to blend the metals? And in doing so, if you use a stronger metal, you get a better product, but if you use a cheaper one, well, then you get a weaker product?"
"Yes, Marchion," Nanfoodle admitted, lowering his huge head against the biting sarcasm.
"Ever heard of alloys, dear Nanfoodle?"
"Yes, Marchion."
"Because I think you just re-invented them all over again."
"Yes, Marchion."
"How much am I paying you?"
"Enough," Shoudra Stargleam cut in, moving near to the marchion and dropping her hand on his forearm to calm him. "This may be the first step to a great benefit. If Nanfoodle's technique eases the expensive process, then it is not without benefit. In any case, this seems the first step on a potentially profitable road. A good start, I would say!"
Her exuberance did make the gnome stand a bit straighter, but Marchion Elastul merely offered a sarcastic smirk in response.
"Well, by all means, good Nanfoodle," he said. "Do not waste my time and coin in easing me along the whole of the process. Back to work, for you, and not to return until we are much farther along."
The gnome gave a curt bow and scampered out of the room. When he was gone, Marchion Elastul gave a great, frustrated roar.
"Alchemy is the science of boast," Shoudra said.
It was advice she had offered many times in the past. Elastul was spending huge sums on his team of alchemists and in truth, this was the greatest advance they had heard of thus far.
"This will not do," he said somberly, as if his anger