[ Yuri's smile becomes more a smirk, pleased that Kimmuriel had picked up on his intentions. Come to think of it, they were on the same wavelength back during the game of cards, too. ]

So you're not only a tailor, but an apothecary as well. [ Of poisons, no less. ] I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised. Those hidden pockets of yours must conceal something.

[ Briefly, he wonders if the recipes the other's seeking are run through black market channels, but he'll table that thought until they're in a private room. There was still the matter of price. ] Were no merchants under the Alliance willing to cut you a deal?