Radeon only smiled. Biscuit was already waiting, shifting on his feet, the look of a man who had been standing too long and thinking too hard.
Radeon did not leave him hanging. He reached into his cloak and took out two pouches, each heavy with a hundred spirit stones.
"Sorry for the trouble," he said.
Another fifty went on top as a quiet extra. Biscuit did not fuss over it.
He only watched as Radeon carried the cabinets back and set them on their axles as if the weight meant nothing.
Biscuit's mind spun the way it always did when gold and spirit stones showed themselves.
This was a merchant, or close enough. There were always angles. Maybe he could sell him ore straight from the mine.
Maybe old swords, broken tools, scrap iron nobody wanted until it became ingots. Hearsay too, news that carried value.
"Sky sailor, might you be needing any other service?" he ventured, careful not to press too hard.
