[Tony grits his teeth. He snatches a piece of paper and a pencil and starts writing down a list of materials - anything he can think of that could conceivably be used in any chemical process that might yield something like white marble. It is a long, varied, and probably strange-looking list. What do soap-making byproducts have to do with creating artificial marble? None of your damn business, Solomon.]
Here. [Tony slaps the list down on the table in front of the necromancer.] If you want to be useful, [instead of just underfoot, and incredibly annoying,] bring me these. Whatever you can find.
[It's not really a wild goose chase - conceivably, some of that stuff will end up in the final product. And less time looking for materials means more time Tony can spend in the lab. The fact that it will probably get Solomon out of his hair for a few days... well, that's just a nice bonus.]
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Here. [Tony slaps the list down on the table in front of the necromancer.] If you want to be useful, [instead of just underfoot, and incredibly annoying,] bring me these. Whatever you can find.
[It's not really a wild goose chase - conceivably, some of that stuff will end up in the final product. And less time looking for materials means more time Tony can spend in the lab. The fact that it will probably get Solomon out of his hair for a few days... well, that's just a nice bonus.]