The outlander had agreed to the precautions Haisa wanted for their meeting. Satisfied, she retrieved the carved box that held what he sought, and opened it with a flourish.
His eyes, so far shining with excitement, went dull, and his shoulders sagged.
“It’s what you seek. Hair of Qilin!"
“Oh, I don’t doubt that, pardon me. It’s just that I need much more. To stuff a quilt.”
“Whatever for?” Haisa knew many uses for the potent ingredient; why waste it?
“If you slept under it, you would never get sick.”
Haisa wrinkled her nose. “Well, you buy? It’s a start.”