"I could find somethin' to do with it. They do call me the metal magus." Picking up a piece of the mysterious metal in his ungloved hand, Finn turned it over a few times. "I can give you a fair price, but unless we can prove this is somethin' especially exotic, I can't offer you the premium."
After placing the metal back down, the tinkerer produced a quill and piece of parchment. Quickly reviewing what he had written, Finn took the candle from their table, and dripped a dob of hot wax onto the bottom of the paper. Then he peeled off his glove, revealing his hand to be a mechanical contraption of his design. The tip of his thumb was engraved with a hammer crossed with a wand, wreathed in flame. Pressing the metal thumb into the wax, creating his seal.
Pushing the parchment towards Barty, Finn slowly pulled his glove back on. "Take a looksie. If you agree to the terms, take this to the place, and put it in the box. Your galleons will find you."
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