pu-erh for the power hungry

Hazel considered her options carefully. "For the right prize nothing of mine is off limits. My first born son, for example, or my familiar here," she gestured to Barnabas, who remained passive even though he was now on the line. "Both are things that mean a great deal to me - or will - and either I would give up for the sort of power mortals can only dream of." She leaned back, her head bowed in humility before the clearly superior being, "If you can grant me things of that nature it would be my honor to make a deal with you."

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