Witt reads the letter and gets a little teary-eyed, but he's smiling when he puts it away in his pack. Well, that's that,he says to no-one in particular.
He follows the others as they go clothes shopping, looking with bafflement at the expensive clothing. He definitely asks Lynn-Marie to guide him on what to buy, but tries not to spend too much money on such extravagant nonsense. There seem to be a lot of... unnecessary parts on these clothes. Do they serve any practical purpose? Also, needs more pockets.
If there's time, he'd like to find a bookshop and buy more books about the royalty and nobility of the city, since that appears to be what they're researching. He also wants to buy supplies for painting, since he's always wanted to learn.
Feeling satisfied as the group starts putting their plan into motion, she joins in with the others. As everyone walks out the door she makes sure to lean over to Moira and tell her in a laughing voice, "Hey did you hear that earlier? I'm the group's Captain now! Isn't that great?"
As they shop around it becomes extremely apparently Sora is no fan of any form of formal clothing. She particularly isn't liking the idea of wearing a dress. Eventually she decides to ask Lynn about getting something more like what she's wearing. Formal, but practical in a fight, only with pants instead of a dress.
And pockets, definitely pockets. Sora absolutely agreed with Witt on that.
"It's wonderful. I think we should get you a dress uniform to go along with your new rank. And you will have to stay at the gala. Bieng the face of the group and what not."
Sora makes a scrunched up face thinking about being forced to stay at the gala, "Nah! I'm a Rebel Captain! I make my own rules. Rule number 1 is I can leave a lame party whenever I want to. I do like the dress uniform idea though. I'll have to keep an eye out for something like that."
Lynn-Marie cannot help but giggle for a moment at Witt's remarks. "Oh, they call it fashion, or even high fashion. Their practical purpose is to look pretty, I suppose. Or handsome, in your case. Being able to wear something impractical is a way of showing off in and of itself, don't you agree? It shows a certain... fearlessness. Here, try this, I am certain you will look quite the dashing young gentleman in this! Be sure to wash your hair as well before tonight, it'll make this look even better!" She smiles as she sends the Halfling off to try something different. Still not as many pockets, but perhaps a few pockets could be sewn in quickly by the tailor. On the inside, of course.
As Witt is changing, she will help Moira seek out something that suits her description. It's a bit difficult to puzzle out what she wants exactly that would still be appropriate, as she initially describes something halfway between a robe and a dress, but she does her best to help her find something. Eventually Moira comes up with something by herself, and Lynn-Marie simply adds a sash to the attire to bind it all together and make it presentable.
Sora is a bit more difficult to please. "This is actually my travelling set. I will change before tonight, I'm afraid, I have a dress in my room. It does have sleeves that are parted up to the elbow to leave my hands completely free, and the dress is light enough to hold up if I need to run anywhere. But if you insist we can see if there is a pair of pants that would not stand out too much. It would make you look a bit tomboyish, it is up to you. Would you prefer tight-fitting pants or airy pantaloons?"
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Moira - Investigation : 12
"Oh I really like that Lynn-Marie. Thank you. Do you think they could add some embroidery on the sash?" I pull a leather bound book from her pack. It has an insignia of an eye surrounded by rays. "This is the insignia of my school."
As they travel between shops Moira looks around for notices of what the crown might be doing to find the assassin.
"Have you SEEN me? I'd have to start literally tattooing 'tomboy' on my ass to get any more tomboyish." Sora jokes to Lynn's comments, though she is very appreciative of her help, despite knowing how difficult her preferences can be. "If I have to pick, I'd definitely go for tight pants. Sounds sexier doesn't it?"
My hair? Really? I washed it a couple of months ago, do you really think it needs it again?
Witt wanders off, and returns a short while later wearing his new clothes which mostly fit, though he is pulling at the high collar as he comes. I think it might be trying to strangle me. Does the collar have to be so tight? Anyway, what do you think?
He looks at Sora: I think... the captain has to have a hat. A big one. I think that might be a law, actually.
Lynn-Marie grins, blushing slightly, suddenly very aware of the pants she is currently wearing. "Very well. Let's have a look. Ah, and yes, Moira. Just ask the kind man." She holds up a hand to signal to Sora that she will come along in just a moment, then raises her hand to get the attention of the clothier. "Sir?" she calls out to him, then turns her hand to point down at Moira, telling him that she needs his attention. With that, she puts her hand on Moira's shoulder, smiling at her kindly, then moves to Sora to help her find a pair of pants. Perhaps with a short dress over top she could work some magic, tight-fitting sleeves with loose leather bands over top, with a bit of a bodice to accentuate her narrow waist, at least. Something like that. She sighs, but a part of her definitely enjoys the challenge.
"Yes, that looks absolutely wonderful!"she exclaims when Witt comes out to show the outfit. She frets a little with his collar to loosen it a little bit, "It will still be tight, but it is only for the gala. After that we can loosen it a bit further so it will still be fine for formal occasions that are not as high-profile as a gala. A simple meeting with a Noble, for example."
"A hat? Hmm... Well, sure, this will already be an unusual attire, a hat won't harm anything. Would you want a hat, Sora?"
While the other's continued their shopping escapades, Nemeia quickly and eagerly made her way through the city to where Orajin had told her the Artificer's shop would be. At first you struggle to find it in the unfamiliar streets, but pretty soon you catch sight of it. Even before seeing any kind of sign you recognize the signs of an Artificer's workshop. The scent of charcoal and ozone from the magic power fueling a new construct. The knocks, the slaps, and the cranks that combine with the sound of magical arcs used in welding machinery together. As you get closer you can see the added vents and flaps, and the focused engineering used to construct and automate them. Surrounding the building were piles of what could easily be confused as trash, but was clearly extra scrap piles that had yet to be sorted by potential usefulness in future projects. Everything about this place screams workshop to those with a trained eye. To Nemeia it was practically like coming home.
Interestingly there is no sign on the door, but given the building's unusual exterior, Nemeia could imagine it really didn't need one. Stepping inside Nemeia found herself completely surrounded by shelves and shelves of magi-technical devices of all forms at various stages of construction and/or repair. The door behind her sounded out a sharp overly complicated series of chimes from some device attached to the frame above the door in order to alert the occupants of an incoming customer.
"I'll be just a minute, finishing up with another customer right now!"A yell came out from somewhere deeper into the shop. Moving past the shelves, Nemeia finds a large work area behind them. In the middle is a large metal table. With something on top of it covered by a long leather coat. Behind the table a slightly older, but still fairly young gnome is standing there with an arc welder of some sort, working on a whatever large piece of machinery is on the table.
"Alright, that'll get you going."the gnome woman said as the arcs began to die down while she started putting away her tools,"Your arm should be as good as new, but I'd give it a day or two of rest if you don't wanna be back here with an even more ****ed up shoulder."
Suddenly the thing on top of the table began to stir and then quickly stood up. Now sitting at the edge of the table before Nemeia was a humanoid creature, built by Artificer skills but incredibly advanced. Nemeia recognized it of course, she had even seen one before back in Gearglow. This was a Warforged, and it seemed it needed some repairs. From the way it was now flexing its arm, those repairs went well.
"Ooh, that feels so much better."the Warforged said with a clear amount of relief in their voice,"I can't thank you enough, Krin, truly you are a gift from Migram."
"Stop trying to butter me up, you big oaf."The gnome shot back,"You're not getting out of your bill. Now go on, get going. And next time try the door instead of trying to ram through a stone wall."
"Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time."The Warforged grumbled as it put on the leather coat it was holding before making its way out the door, nodding a polite greeting to Nemeia in passing.
"So, what can I help you with today?"The gnome spoke up, this time clearly directing the question at Nemeia. She seemed of average height and build for a gnome, though probably a bit more muscular from moving large metal plates around her workshop. She had pitch black overalls that matched her black hair, both of which seemed further textured by stains typical of an arcanist workshop. She didn't bother cleaning up or trying to look more presentable for a customer, choosing simply to look back at the teifling expectantly.
"Hmm ... I think we can go without the hat." Sora answered Lynn, "I feel a hat would be too much. Now if we were on a pirate ship, then absolutely I'd have to get a hat, but I'll be fine without one for tonight."
Having been helped by Lynn-Marie to pick out the outfit I approach the shop owner. "Hello, My friends and I have been invited to the Royal Gala. I think these robes will suit me quite well. However I was hoping I could have the mark of my school added. How much would that cost?" I show them the symbol on the cover of my spell book.
Kal walks along silently behind the group. He does his best to not interrupt or weigh in on apparel, assuming that he would just cause awkwardness. When they arrive at Syinde's Silver Boutique, the swordsman wanders a bit. He holds up a few garments but dismisses them for functionality reasons. After the ladies have gotten into deciding their outfits, he bumps into a half-elf who smiles at Kal from his crouched position working at a hem.
"Can I help you find something?"
"Oh ermm...Yes I need to acquire something more appropriate for a gala. My traveling clothes are not...Adequate, though I am quite fond of them. Do you have something that would bridge this gap in style and usefulness?" Kal only slightly stumbles in his sentences. Purchases for himself are rare.
(Timeline wise I intend this to be after initial interactions)
While Moira was working with the shopowner about tailoring her dress, Sora was busy trying to jurryrig some sort of outfit she would be willing to wear with Lynn's help. She continued going through out the store picking out bits she liked from the various available outfits. "Ok how about this, is it like a half-corset? Hmm, could make it work like a black leather harness, ooh that would look good. I don't care if it's supposed to go on the inside it would look better this way. Oh hey look at this one. These are kinda frilly but I guess it would work, maybe combine them with these leather pants. Oh yeah that could work. Check out this hat, it would even match with the rest of these pieces. Hey Witt, I found a hat!"
Eventually she would bring up all of the items that she liked and tried to explain to the owner what she had in mind. "Ok so this blouse, and this corset, on the outside here, with these pants, but you can add this skirt to them, maybe from here to hear? Yes, all black is perfectly fine." Already she was eager to pay for everything, if only to avoid being subjected to more gigantic cumbersome dresses.
"Ah yes, of course, it's quite a busy season with everyone getting ready for the annual gala. Now let's see..."The middle aged half elf owner of the shop looked at Kal up and down with the eye of a practiced tailor."For you I'd recommend a simple dress coat, slim and formal but still comfortable and functional, I should be able to pair it up with a nice pair of slacks perhaps? Or are you looking for something more ... durable."
After helping Kal with this relatively simple request she soon became very occupied dealing with the rest of the group as they brought up one outfit after the other with increasing complexity. Still the man remain professional and effective as he took orders and measurements while calculating appropriate costs.
"So that will be the two outfits for the gentlemen over there, and this lovely dress with the custom embroidery for the lady here, and the ... specialized outfit for the other miss there. Anything else?"
Nemeia takes in the sights of the shop with a large amount of glee. It had been a while now since she'd felt at home and this town was growing on her. Of course, she'd have to compete with Krin here in order to become the best, but it wasn't something she was afraid of working toward. "Hi," Nemeia responds with a kind tone as she watches the warforged make their exit. She gives a gentle wave at the creation as it acknowledges her in passing.
"I met Orajin last night. I was impressed with his work and he said that you had assisted in his design. I've been working in the craft for a bit now and always looking to learn a new thing or two."Cali stands at Nemeia's side like a protective mother. "While I'm uncertain how long I'll be in town, I would love to spend some of that time getting to know you and your shop." She makes a sweeping gesture toward all the parts around. Her tail betrays Nemeia's best attempt at playing it cool as it slides back and forth against the workshop floor.
"How's that Mad Cow doing?"Krin replied with a smirk, it wasn't hard to figure out Nemeia was a scholar of the craft, and she was certainly happy to share some time with someone who appreciated and understood the tech around them."Not sure you'd want to learn anything from Orajin, his particular tinkering style can best be described as Pure Blind Chaos. But hey, if it works for him who am I to judge. So what'd you like to know? I'm always happy to show off a thing or two. Plus I got nothing better to do, unless you count that dumb dinner party tonight."
Nemeia smiles like she'd met a long lost sister. "I'd been working on trying to understand the design process in firing magical projectiles from a hand held device in similar fashion to a crossbow but without the need for string. I've modified this here to work in a similar way but the weight is quite burdensome and would prefer to have the entire contraption light enough to be wielded in a single hand so that I can still maintain my defenses with this shield."She places her crossbow onto the workbench for Krin to examine. "I've heard of designs similar to the canons on naval vessels being used but I would require something significantly smaller in scale obviously."
Nemeia works to show Krin how the firing mechanism on the crossbow has been modified to bring forth a magical bolt to be fired instead of traditional ammo. "So I was wondering if it would be possible to remove this section and replace with a sort of barrel that would direct the projectile toward the target without reducing the projectiles effective speed. I believe that arcane energy can be used for the propulsion but I'm concerned on the possible issues of a misfire."Nemeia seems to be talking at a very quick rate due to her excitement. She often does this when she's focused on a topic that's important to her.
As if Krin's words finally caught up in her mind, Nemeia says, "I'm going to a dinner party too. Mine will be more fun though I bet. It's the royal gala. I've never been to one before. I'm supposed to go and get new clothes for it because I guess this isn't considered appropriate attire."
Witt reads the letter and gets a little teary-eyed, but he's smiling when he puts it away in his pack. Well, that's that, he says to no-one in particular.
He follows the others as they go clothes shopping, looking with bafflement at the expensive clothing. He definitely asks Lynn-Marie to guide him on what to buy, but tries not to spend too much money on such extravagant nonsense. There seem to be a lot of... unnecessary parts on these clothes. Do they serve any practical purpose? Also, needs more pockets.
If there's time, he'd like to find a bookshop and buy more books about the royalty and nobility of the city, since that appears to be what they're researching. He also wants to buy supplies for painting, since he's always wanted to learn.
Moira
"Thank you for your help Lynn. I was actually thinking I'd like to get clothes appropriate for an apprentice wizard."
Feeling satisfied as the group starts putting their plan into motion, she joins in with the others. As everyone walks out the door she makes sure to lean over to Moira and tell her in a laughing voice, "Hey did you hear that earlier? I'm the group's Captain now! Isn't that great?"
As they shop around it becomes extremely apparently Sora is no fan of any form of formal clothing. She particularly isn't liking the idea of wearing a dress. Eventually she decides to ask Lynn about getting something more like what she's wearing. Formal, but practical in a fight, only with pants instead of a dress.
And pockets, definitely pockets. Sora absolutely agreed with Witt on that.
Moira
"It's wonderful. I think we should get you a dress uniform to go along with your new rank. And you will have to stay at the gala. Bieng the face of the group and what not."
Sora makes a scrunched up face thinking about being forced to stay at the gala, "Nah! I'm a Rebel Captain! I make my own rules. Rule number 1 is I can leave a lame party whenever I want to. I do like the dress uniform idea though. I'll have to keep an eye out for something like that."
Lynn-Marie cannot help but giggle for a moment at Witt's remarks. "Oh, they call it fashion, or even high fashion. Their practical purpose is to look pretty, I suppose. Or handsome, in your case. Being able to wear something impractical is a way of showing off in and of itself, don't you agree? It shows a certain... fearlessness. Here, try this, I am certain you will look quite the dashing young gentleman in this! Be sure to wash your hair as well before tonight, it'll make this look even better!"
She smiles as she sends the Halfling off to try something different. Still not as many pockets, but perhaps a few pockets could be sewn in quickly by the tailor. On the inside, of course.
As Witt is changing, she will help Moira seek out something that suits her description. It's a bit difficult to puzzle out what she wants exactly that would still be appropriate, as she initially describes something halfway between a robe and a dress, but she does her best to help her find something. Eventually Moira comes up with something by herself, and Lynn-Marie simply adds a sash to the attire to bind it all together and make it presentable.
Sora is a bit more difficult to please. "This is actually my travelling set. I will change before tonight, I'm afraid, I have a dress in my room. It does have sleeves that are parted up to the elbow to leave my hands completely free, and the dress is light enough to hold up if I need to run anywhere. But if you insist we can see if there is a pair of pants that would not stand out too much. It would make you look a bit tomboyish, it is up to you. Would you prefer tight-fitting pants or airy pantaloons?"
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Moira - Investigation : 12
"Oh I really like that Lynn-Marie. Thank you. Do you think they could add some embroidery on the sash?" I pull a leather bound book from her pack. It has an insignia of an eye surrounded by rays. "This is the insignia of my school."
As they travel between shops Moira looks around for notices of what the crown might be doing to find the assassin.
"Have you SEEN me? I'd have to start literally tattooing 'tomboy' on my ass to get any more tomboyish." Sora jokes to Lynn's comments, though she is very appreciative of her help, despite knowing how difficult her preferences can be. "If I have to pick, I'd definitely go for tight pants. Sounds sexier doesn't it?"
My hair? Really? I washed it a couple of months ago, do you really think it needs it again?
Witt wanders off, and returns a short while later wearing his new clothes which mostly fit, though he is pulling at the high collar as he comes. I think it might be trying to strangle me. Does the collar have to be so tight? Anyway, what do you think?
He looks at Sora: I think... the captain has to have a hat. A big one. I think that might be a law, actually.
Lynn-Marie grins, blushing slightly, suddenly very aware of the pants she is currently wearing. "Very well. Let's have a look. Ah, and yes, Moira. Just ask the kind man." She holds up a hand to signal to Sora that she will come along in just a moment, then raises her hand to get the attention of the clothier. "Sir?" she calls out to him, then turns her hand to point down at Moira, telling him that she needs his attention. With that, she puts her hand on Moira's shoulder, smiling at her kindly, then moves to Sora to help her find a pair of pants. Perhaps with a short dress over top she could work some magic, tight-fitting sleeves with loose leather bands over top, with a bit of a bodice to accentuate her narrow waist, at least. Something like that. She sighs, but a part of her definitely enjoys the challenge.
"Yes, that looks absolutely wonderful!" she exclaims when Witt comes out to show the outfit. She frets a little with his collar to loosen it a little bit, "It will still be tight, but it is only for the gala. After that we can loosen it a bit further so it will still be fine for formal occasions that are not as high-profile as a gala. A simple meeting with a Noble, for example."
"A hat? Hmm... Well, sure, this will already be an unusual attire, a hat won't harm anything. Would you want a hat, Sora?"
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
While the other's continued their shopping escapades, Nemeia quickly and eagerly made her way through the city to where Orajin had told her the Artificer's shop would be. At first you struggle to find it in the unfamiliar streets, but pretty soon you catch sight of it. Even before seeing any kind of sign you recognize the signs of an Artificer's workshop. The scent of charcoal and ozone from the magic power fueling a new construct. The knocks, the slaps, and the cranks that combine with the sound of magical arcs used in welding machinery together. As you get closer you can see the added vents and flaps, and the focused engineering used to construct and automate them. Surrounding the building were piles of what could easily be confused as trash, but was clearly extra scrap piles that had yet to be sorted by potential usefulness in future projects. Everything about this place screams workshop to those with a trained eye. To Nemeia it was practically like coming home.
Interestingly there is no sign on the door, but given the building's unusual exterior, Nemeia could imagine it really didn't need one. Stepping inside Nemeia found herself completely surrounded by shelves and shelves of magi-technical devices of all forms at various stages of construction and/or repair. The door behind her sounded out a sharp overly complicated series of chimes from some device attached to the frame above the door in order to alert the occupants of an incoming customer.
"I'll be just a minute, finishing up with another customer right now!" A yell came out from somewhere deeper into the shop. Moving past the shelves, Nemeia finds a large work area behind them. In the middle is a large metal table. With something on top of it covered by a long leather coat. Behind the table a slightly older, but still fairly young gnome is standing there with an arc welder of some sort, working on a whatever large piece of machinery is on the table.
"Alright, that'll get you going." the gnome woman said as the arcs began to die down while she started putting away her tools, "Your arm should be as good as new, but I'd give it a day or two of rest if you don't wanna be back here with an even more ****ed up shoulder."
Suddenly the thing on top of the table began to stir and then quickly stood up. Now sitting at the edge of the table before Nemeia was a humanoid creature, built by Artificer skills but incredibly advanced. Nemeia recognized it of course, she had even seen one before back in Gearglow. This was a Warforged, and it seemed it needed some repairs. From the way it was now flexing its arm, those repairs went well.
"Ooh, that feels so much better." the Warforged said with a clear amount of relief in their voice, "I can't thank you enough, Krin, truly you are a gift from Migram."
"Stop trying to butter me up, you big oaf." The gnome shot back, "You're not getting out of your bill. Now go on, get going. And next time try the door instead of trying to ram through a stone wall."
"Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time." The Warforged grumbled as it put on the leather coat it was holding before making its way out the door, nodding a polite greeting to Nemeia in passing.
"So, what can I help you with today?" The gnome spoke up, this time clearly directing the question at Nemeia. She seemed of average height and build for a gnome, though probably a bit more muscular from moving large metal plates around her workshop. She had pitch black overalls that matched her black hair, both of which seemed further textured by stains typical of an arcanist workshop. She didn't bother cleaning up or trying to look more presentable for a customer, choosing simply to look back at the teifling expectantly.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
"Hmm ... I think we can go without the hat." Sora answered Lynn, "I feel a hat would be too much. Now if we were on a pirate ship, then absolutely I'd have to get a hat, but I'll be fine without one for tonight."
Moira
Having been helped by Lynn-Marie to pick out the outfit I approach the shop owner. "Hello, My friends and I have been invited to the Royal Gala. I think these robes will suit me quite well. However I was hoping I could have the mark of my school added. How much would that cost?" I show them the symbol on the cover of my spell book.
Kal walks along silently behind the group. He does his best to not interrupt or weigh in on apparel, assuming that he would just cause awkwardness. When they arrive at Syinde's Silver Boutique, the swordsman wanders a bit. He holds up a few garments but dismisses them for functionality reasons. After the ladies have gotten into deciding their outfits, he bumps into a half-elf who smiles at Kal from his crouched position working at a hem.
"Can I help you find something?"
"Oh ermm...Yes I need to acquire something more appropriate for a gala. My traveling clothes are not...Adequate, though I am quite fond of them. Do you have something that would bridge this gap in style and usefulness?" Kal only slightly stumbles in his sentences. Purchases for himself are rare.
(Timeline wise I intend this to be after initial interactions)
While Moira was working with the shopowner about tailoring her dress, Sora was busy trying to jurryrig some sort of outfit she would be willing to wear with Lynn's help. She continued going through out the store picking out bits she liked from the various available outfits. "Ok how about this, is it like a half-corset? Hmm, could make it work like a black leather harness, ooh that would look good. I don't care if it's supposed to go on the inside it would look better this way. Oh hey look at this one. These are kinda frilly but I guess it would work, maybe combine them with these leather pants. Oh yeah that could work. Check out this hat, it would even match with the rest of these pieces. Hey Witt, I found a hat!"
Eventually she would bring up all of the items that she liked and tried to explain to the owner what she had in mind. "Ok so this blouse, and this corset, on the outside here, with these pants, but you can add this skirt to them, maybe from here to hear? Yes, all black is perfectly fine." Already she was eager to pay for everything, if only to avoid being subjected to more gigantic cumbersome dresses.
A... oh, my! says Witt. Yes, you did find a hat. That's... the most hat I've ever seen. Are you sure it's not alive and planning to eat you?
Witt is transfixed by the hat, and the suspicion that it is somehow watching him as he moves around the room. I love it!
"Ah yes, of course, it's quite a busy season with everyone getting ready for the annual gala. Now let's see..." The middle aged half elf owner of the shop looked at Kal up and down with the eye of a practiced tailor. "For you I'd recommend a simple dress coat, slim and formal but still comfortable and functional, I should be able to pair it up with a nice pair of slacks perhaps? Or are you looking for something more ... durable."
After helping Kal with this relatively simple request she soon became very occupied dealing with the rest of the group as they brought up one outfit after the other with increasing complexity. Still the man remain professional and effective as he took orders and measurements while calculating appropriate costs.
"So that will be the two outfits for the gentlemen over there, and this lovely dress with the custom embroidery for the lady here, and the ... specialized outfit for the other miss there. Anything else?"
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Nemeia takes in the sights of the shop with a large amount of glee. It had been a while now since she'd felt at home and this town was growing on her. Of course, she'd have to compete with Krin here in order to become the best, but it wasn't something she was afraid of working toward. "Hi," Nemeia responds with a kind tone as she watches the warforged make their exit. She gives a gentle wave at the creation as it acknowledges her in passing.
"I met Orajin last night. I was impressed with his work and he said that you had assisted in his design. I've been working in the craft for a bit now and always looking to learn a new thing or two." Cali stands at Nemeia's side like a protective mother. "While I'm uncertain how long I'll be in town, I would love to spend some of that time getting to know you and your shop." She makes a sweeping gesture toward all the parts around. Her tail betrays Nemeia's best attempt at playing it cool as it slides back and forth against the workshop floor.
"How's that Mad Cow doing?" Krin replied with a smirk, it wasn't hard to figure out Nemeia was a scholar of the craft, and she was certainly happy to share some time with someone who appreciated and understood the tech around them. "Not sure you'd want to learn anything from Orajin, his particular tinkering style can best be described as Pure Blind Chaos. But hey, if it works for him who am I to judge. So what'd you like to know? I'm always happy to show off a thing or two. Plus I got nothing better to do, unless you count that dumb dinner party tonight."
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Nemeia smiles like she'd met a long lost sister. "I'd been working on trying to understand the design process in firing magical projectiles from a hand held device in similar fashion to a crossbow but without the need for string. I've modified this here to work in a similar way but the weight is quite burdensome and would prefer to have the entire contraption light enough to be wielded in a single hand so that I can still maintain my defenses with this shield." She places her crossbow onto the workbench for Krin to examine. "I've heard of designs similar to the canons on naval vessels being used but I would require something significantly smaller in scale obviously."
Nemeia works to show Krin how the firing mechanism on the crossbow has been modified to bring forth a magical bolt to be fired instead of traditional ammo. "So I was wondering if it would be possible to remove this section and replace with a sort of barrel that would direct the projectile toward the target without reducing the projectiles effective speed. I believe that arcane energy can be used for the propulsion but I'm concerned on the possible issues of a misfire." Nemeia seems to be talking at a very quick rate due to her excitement. She often does this when she's focused on a topic that's important to her.
As if Krin's words finally caught up in her mind, Nemeia says, "I'm going to a dinner party too. Mine will be more fun though I bet. It's the royal gala. I've never been to one before. I'm supposed to go and get new clothes for it because I guess this isn't considered appropriate attire."