"Your are flattering me, I'm glad I was of help down here, even with all this blood magic disturbence down here.
As for now, I don't have any new offer from my contact here in town, so I'm grateful to be at your service for our next ... adventure ..., hmm, maybe not the right word, but it should be satisfiable.
You have my commcode, I assume." Lips looks at his commlink, or was it the one Mouse gave him? Some of these devices all looks the same to Lips... but printing his name on it doesn't sound very wise.
"If you have a new, suitable job offer, fell free to call.
And something slightly different, do you know a dealer with connections down to Aztlan? These foci and materials are only useable for mages in the atzlanean blood magic tradition. I can ask my local contact, if he finds a buyer but we might get a better price from a smuggler who brings the goods to places with a higher demand."