"Oh, my, My Queen, just look at all this bronzework!" Vashti stopped speechless before the table of a ruddy-complexioned giant of a man with scarred fingers.



"Look at the workmanship on those clasps," Voluptua pointed out. "And these buttons are nice as well."

The Babylonian Queen looked at the bronzesmith. "Have a happy day, good sir. We will take all of this."