A regular client?

Vaeron found himself amused at the thought of it. Naturally, the Nevin alchemist would never be given Philomel's name. Perhaps asked to pass it on to a brothel in Radasanth, the route to the Matriarch faun would be long and complicated for him. He would never hear of her name - or if she were to, that would come under the general description of 'Lacey'. Lacey was Philomel's now deceased mother, who the faun used as a cover when she was not wanting undue attention.

But that was all Nevin would ever know. He would not discover the fact that he was working for a warrior. Now yet, Vaeron was certain. Perhaps the name 'Gilded Lily' would eventually be come to the alchemist's ears, and the idea of a faun aside from Celandine would be made, but not soon if Vaeron was to help it. Poison was, after all, a dangerous thing to speak of. He was just lucky that his suspicions had become confirmed.

This Nevin was not an innocent man, wrapped up in the morals of rules. Instead he was willing to walk the line between danger and peace.

"Then we have an agreement," the older man said, straightening again, "Somewhere to begin. You will be paid well, do not worry."

He glanced back again, to beyond the window. Celandine was speaking to and petting her beast. Erik was between chewing her blouse and eating hay, trying to steal some from Megladon's mouth the giant horse snorted, and stamped a foot loudly, causing the tera'k to shy away.

Stopping people from even passing by just now.

The mage nodded once and stuck out a callused hand. "Let's say two vials of the item made for humans. We'll start with that, then if it suits, then you'll have a customer. A shop in Radasanth will be very much better for us."