Ella nodded, listening to the artisan. "I see." The woman tilted her head slightly. "Does the fact she's of flesh make the golem more vulnerable?" She asked, though she could assume what the answer would be.
Nonetheless listening to what Agatha had to say to that, the noble moved to seemingly fiddle with her dress and put it in order. Yet, once she stood straight again, she had a small pouch full of coins in her hand, of a very similar color as her dress. The expression on her face grew a bit serious as the designer explained the ritual. She still nodded in understanding, moving to place the small blue bag on the table next to the chalice and the knife.
"Mmmmhm!" The noble said to the price stated, shuffling through the coin purse to make sure the right amount of money was inside. Then she sat the blue bag aside, with slightly little over the price in it, just to show her appreciation for the hospitality. The extra coins that weren't for the artisan Ella withdrew into a pocket on her dress.
And with a flick of a wrist, she produced a small, purely white handkerchief from the very same pocket and placed it in a jumble on the table as well. With no hesitation Ella withdrew the knife then, and ran it across her palm, afterwards clenching a fist over the chalice. Waiting for enough blood to escape from her, the woman looked at the artisan with a little smirk on her face.
"This isn't blood magic, is it?" The woman said teasingly, and then withdrew her bleeding hand, scooping the white tissue from the table with the other. After folding the cloth one-handedly with a decent amount of skill, she pressed the handkerchief against her wounded palm, and stepped back to give Agatha room to work once more.
"All yours, my dear." She smiled softly.