Narration (Marozi): Who is this guy, Rhelan Grant? A spy for Xander? Someone from another world?
Narration (Marozi): He’s got the look of it. Willowy thin and tall with greater strength than it appears.
Grant: Coffee?
Marozi: No thanks.
Marozi: I don’t indulge.
Grant: Do you drink anything other than water?
Marozi: Water?
Grant: Because I’ve heard from the grapevine that you’re quite a cook. Cooks tend to be gourmets and all.
Marozi: A cook?
Grant: Quite the complicated recipe.
Marozi: Well I’ve been accused of cooking meth—but never diamonds before.
Grant: A cartel came snooping around. They could make live very difficult for whoever is messing with their inventory. Now, I don’t want trouble on Eynhallow any more than you do.
Marozi: No, wouldn’t want any trouble.
Grant: Very simply, I want you to do something. Get Kore Smaragdos off this island. And in exchange…
Grant:…I will keep the cartel from ventilating your head.