Since he was paying such close attention to Clyde, he saw when his efforts began to backfire. Perhaps he was being too careful and courting disaster by overcompensating. He eased off, shook his head a bit and smiled. "I think we could make this happen," he agreed, "and we could both look for buyers. I would prefer to sell to a merchant than a member of the Ebonstryfe. I would rather my work not be used to attack the hometown. I have family to think of. And I think we're going to have to negotiate on the cut. The way I see it, my investor is putting in capital, and so are you. I'm the one supplying the most skill. Why don't we split the profits three ways? That way we would each likely walk away with a thousand golden mizas, enough to fund another equal project. And if we take that three thousand mizas and invest it in a more complicated enchantment, we could each walk away with three thousand mizas before the Summer's out assuming we find buyers." He hoped Clyde would see the wisdom in this course of action, and he purposefully did not influence him hypnotically when negotiating a deal. That would cross the strange lines of his conscience. But this way they would each be equipped to start their magecrafting careers in earnest, and Ethan would walk away with six times his investment, which would see to his care if he ever decided to part ways with Hadrian. Were they both established 'crafters, it would make sense to haggle more, but Hadrian truly felt this was equitable. They all three of them needed each other to make this work, and it seemed best to split the profits equally. "What do you think?" |