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Provisioner Olinka, who supplied the Inquisition with our glass and solutions, has disintegrated. So far as we can tell, it was an unfortunate mishap involving a barrel of powdered sulfur and two over-eager raccoons. The raccoons didn't survive either. Prayers for Olinka and her furry friends will be said tomorrow at midnight.
I hope you realize that this is a problem. Our supplies are finite, and we're going to run out. We'll need another provisioner. Problem is, no one wants to handle the stuff we ask for.
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Everyone has a price. Throw enough gold around and someone will risk disintegration.
Olinka worked with those materials for decades. She didn't disintegrate by accident. Perhaps figuring out what happened will calm fears.
Nothing works as quickly as good, old-fashioned intimidation. We have swords at the ready.
Additional duties for handling? A safety tax? Does the ambassador realize she's made everything twice as expensive? I hope she's ready to foot the bill.
Got a message from our new provisioner. Looks like everyone's breathing easier, knowing it wasn't an accident, just ill-advised action. I doubt anyone will experiment for a while with a raccoon-based delivery system for sulfurous smoke ampoules.
Perfect. The commander's creative use of your brawniest has forced a trading cartel to step forward. Imagine the minds your soldiers could change if they were on fire! Just a thought. But really, consider it.