Brittle Gnome More

<Zalashji squeezes the oily glands into the vial. Muttering unintelligible words under his raspy breath, he casts foreign magic, making the concoction glow in a vibrant light.>

Take it, stranger. This oil should seal the cracks in the gems' surfaces, while still allowing for accurate cuts. Now go, while I permit her to frequent me, I cannot say the same about you. I may be more hospitable than my brethren, but that does not mean my patience is endless.

Back so soon?

Oho, now that's the stuff. I can tell right away that we can salvage that mess of Traxis with this miracle mixture. Did you come along with Zalashji? He's a solitary... man? Snake? I don't know, but so far he didn't say no to a long and philosophical talk about the history and art of jewelcrafting. Who knows, maybe someday I will tell you how we two met!

Since you helped me with preventing uncomfortable customer confrontations, let me reward you. Am I correct in assuming you're proficient in jewelcrafting as well? Don't be surprised, I'm not a master in this craft for nothing. Let me share some of my knowledge for free, as just payment.