"Ahem..." Rean pretended he hadn't heard anything. "Anyway, is there any use for this blood?"
Roan shook his head. "None that I can think of. This is the bloodline of another race, and even if we wanted to experiment with hybridization, there is simply too little of it. The only ones who could probably make any use of this blood are other members of the Thousand-Script Race."
The only Thousand-Script Race experts they knew were Azerion and the members of Thery's entourage who had gone to Woster with them. Unfortunately, they were all in Natak now, so it wasn't as if the twins could simply call them over.
Besides, Natak was the very region that wanted to take Luxa and Lunelle. It would be ridiculous to hand over something like this to them, especially after everything that had just happened. Well, they probably had more of it; who knows? Three drops were just too little.
For the moment, Roan decided to put the blood away. "We can find a use for it another time."
