It could be worth selling the enchantment anyway. Get a patent. Ha! I doubt that exists here. Or in your world, for that matter. He tries to convey the legalese over their link but even Lucifer gets a little lost in the difference between patents and trademarks and copyright and whatever other nonsense.

He's not a crossroads' demon, thanks.

But it would mean Istredd could get something for it and not have to be directly involved. Make other people do the work, rake in some funds over time, still get to blend into the background as he'd prefer.

Because really unless this family decides to just throw their offering back in their face, they're both about to be broke again. Some income would be nice, though Lucifer knows if he's in a pinch he could just ask Kell, but the guy's already agreed to fund Lucifer's not-yet functioning spy network, so...

Asking for more just seems trite.

(Funny, Lucifer's argument against eternal darkness is the similarity to the complete gaping void into the abyss of Limbo where his Cage hung, but y'know, being able to properly read is a good argument, too.)

Istredd gets an odd amount of silence as they walk, weaving through the crowds, keeping aware of anyone that may try and pickpocket them, but he's getting a growing feeling that no one is in a particular rush to approach them.

I'd stay in Thorne before I lived in Nocwich, he says, eventually.

Which. Hurts a bit to admit, actually.