CHAPTER 32
“Good news,” Najud told Penrys as he sauntered into their quarters at the embassy just in time to clean up for dinner with Talqatin and his family. His arms were filled with bundles.
“Hmm?” Penrys was sitting crosslegged on their bed, playing with what was left of the chains from her afternoon’s experiment.
“Yes. Most of the merchants I talked to have heard of kassa, but few have tasted it. I brewed samples at seven businesses—may I never see it again. Well, at least for several hours. They want it, more to the point.”
“But your caravan won’t be trading with them,” she said.
“Not directly, but we can supply the Biziz Rahr which does. That’s a good thing. And if they like it, here in Yenit Ping, they’ll like it all the more in Neshilik.”
She laid the intact chain out on the
