William nodded once. Part of the reason he came to Shoda's was the man's no-nonsense atitude towards business. It was clear that neither man had time to waste on the annoying trivialities that so many other craftsmen and patrons seemed determined to catch one another in.
"I have a heavy duty project that involves reforging and enchanting high end materials with rare components. The work you did for me earlier was of exceptial quality which makes me hope that you'll be able to do this job."
William slung the clanking sack off his shoulder and gestured at an empty space on the workbench. Once he received an affirmative nod from Shoda, William pulled his adjustable titanium breastplate from the bag and set it on the workbench. Then he threw the sack back over his shoulder and reached into his cloak.
The titanium breastplate was a prize, enchanted as it was to fit the wearer no matter what size they shifted to, but what he produced next was a prize worthy of a king's ransom. The jar that William pulled out was plain enough, though it was an extremely heavy-duty model and had been secured with measures beyond that. The fluid inside, however, was thick and so dark red that it was almost black. There was a generous amount in the jar, more than enough to cover the entire breastplate.
William held up the jar for Shoda to see.
"This is the heart's blood of an ancient and powerful dragon. I understand that something like this is difficult to work with. Do you have the talent for that? I trust your word, but this is very important and if you end up being mistaken it would be terribly upsetting."
