The bureaucracy is strong here. It's a model of productive governance, really, from everything she can hear.

Here's your temporary ID, feel free to use the library's map directory if you need it to find your appointment.

Thanks! Appointment! Which isn't appointed, really, but.

The secretaries at this Clearly Very Rich And Important Corporation knew to expect Sadde. They call Clara Alta and let her know that someone named Sadde is here to see them.

Clara replies, "Thanks for the update. I'm finishing up some paperwork but will be down to see them in a few minutes."

The secretary invites Sadde into a rather pretty waiting area.

Ooh rather pretty waiting area! She can wait and bask in the prettiness (see, one of the reasons she doesn't get bored is that when she pays attention everything is so pretty and overwhelming).

Well, this one's fairly elaborate as these things go. Not quite five-star-hotel-lobby but there's a bar and bartender with shiny brass fittings (the bar has the shiny fittings, mind you, not the bartender), elaborate paintings along a wall, bonsai and other plants, leather armchairs and polished granite counters, and a very tasteful understatedly-magical fountain/sculpture thing with slow rolling patterns of motion and color.

Clara Alta is in the business robes that are this world's equivalent of a suit. "Sadde? I'm Clara. It's good to meet you. Great, if what I've heard is true."

"Likewise!" she says, turning around to look at Clara in a fraction of a second. "I'm curious about what you've heard."

"That you're probably interested in being mutually extremely profitable via unique magic."

"Oh, yeah, that's about the size of it."

"Could I have a quick demonstration? If I need to clear my schedule for this I'd rather be sure about it." She fishes out a glass vial half-full of something orange from her bag and offers it to Sadde. "This is aspear extract."

"Can I open it?"

"Feel free. It's the most nontoxic, harmless thing I could get on short notice. Only danger is stains."

So she opens it and smells it.

It's from a plant. Probably. A really sickly sweet/medicinal smelling plant, with a hint of salt.

Mmm. She lets a small hole appear at the tip of her finger so she can get it inside her and look at it using her power rather than her senses.

Yup, it's from a plant. It could make a human a little high, and hurt their liver, but only in huge quantities. It's copiable.

So she starts filling the vial with it.

Clara Alta develops the precursor to a predatory grin. It's mostly in the eyes. A certain sharpness. She withdraws an empty flask and offers that too. "If you fill this and make a couple of other things, I can hand it off to a potioneer to brew up something entirely with ingredients produced by you, under lab conditions, and we test it on rats. If it works, we're in business."

She shrugs and starts filling. "So what is this, and what's it do?"

"It's aspear extract. Principle ingredient in life-support potions and-" she descends into jargon of a slightly different flavor than Terel's, more business than technical.

She can probably mostly follow it! "And what, exactly, would you want to arrange here between us?" she asks when Clara's done.

"If your magically created ingredients can produce viable products, I send this up the line to the VP of sourcing and he doesn't believe me and I show you to him an hour later and he tells the division chief and we all three hammer out a supplier contract over the next few days."

Few... days? "—so my kind of Fair Folk has this magic soulmate thing going on and I met mine in Suvak two days ago and spending the next few days away from him would be very psychologically distressing. He studies at the university there. Do you suppose I could perhaps bring him here tomorrow or something?"

"Hm- You don't need to be present for the whole thing, most of the heavy lifting is on our end. A few hours to discuss the options in general terms and get your preferences and then a few days later a few hours to go over the final contract will be fine."

"That sounds perfect, then."

"I'll stop wasting your time, let's head to the labs."