Lyra grimaced slightly, "I know of him. Though I'd rather not... but when needs are great one does what she must."
She wouldn't admit it openly, but Lyra and Fletcher had a working relationship. He provided for much of her supplies in the realm of necromancy, and she, in turn, gave him discounted rates for special, and peculiar, requests. Lyra herself would never consider herself above the grotesque and cruel, yet Fletcher made even her skin crawl. There was something about him that seemed to inherently repel others, more than just his personal charm.
"I will make preparations." Lyra said with a nod, "If we go beyond the 2nd level we shall require a few particular items, but they will take several days to prepare properly. As for requests..."
Tapping her chin Lyra glanced around the office, "A new pair of Aura glasses, the highest grade you can craft, and..." she hesitated and then simply asked, "Can you craft with organic material?"