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“Oh, wonderful~. I’d heard you know how to make weapons with magical enchantments, and I was looking for someone who could make me a shotgun.” Parace was incredibly interested in the idea of having a magical weapon for...personal reasons.
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Well, now that she’d saved enough money from her work under Al-Marie, she figured it was time for an upgrade. She’d been wanting to get some new equipment for awhile now. Kyra opened the door to a different blacksmith shop, as she’d heard good things about this one.
“Excuse me...” She looked over to the blacksmith in the store. Surprisingly, it seemed to be another elf. A rarity around here for sure, but not at all an unwelcome surprise.
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“Me? I’m simply here to observe, nothing more. I would have liked to participate, but then I don’t know how far I’d push myself before it becomes unfair. As such, I’m simply spectating for now. You’d enter that yourself? You’ve gotta be fairly confident in your skills, then.”
Cyka would brush her twin-tail back behind her shoulder, smiling at this woman. They hadn’t even shared names, yet they were talking about this new tournament. Cyka’s ability to strike up conversation was always impressive.
“But what do you mean by special weapons? Do you make them yourself or something? I’ve never seen someone need to visualise a fighting-style to craft a weapon, but I suppose everyone’s got their own tastes in how to do things.”
Extending her delicate hand, Cyka would propose a handshake. This would give her not only an idea of this womans character, but her strength, too.
“The names Cyka. Yours?”
The green haired girl after a few drinks is going to kiss the bartender...'s cheek as thanks. "I'll leave a good tip next time I promise."
“You’ll pay first because you’ve racked up $1200 in drinks.” she’s wiping her cheek with her sleeve. “And if you do that again I’m calling my boss.”
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Oh, if only words would work on a drunkard. It wasn’t normal that Cyka got drunk... And sadly for her, she was quite the light-weight; she wasn’t normally seen with mug of ale in hand, and for some strange reason she’d been stupid enough to accept the offer from the guys to start drinking.
Point is, once she starts, she doesn’t stop. She’ll be blackout-drunk after a few pints, though using magic can prolong this.
This was one such time.
“Ohhh come on~! It’s nothing between g-girls to get this close, is it~? It’s not as if we don’t share the same body!”
She’d hiccup, glancing off into distance and seemingly regaining composure for all of a second before another goofy grin would streak across her face, hugging herself into Lorelei.
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It was rather hard to ignore at this point. Whether she liked it or not, the fact was...That there seemed to be a zombie wandering around outside of Lorelei’s workshop. She could see her passing by the windows and the door occasionally, looking in sometimes. Though the zombie didn’t seem to be rotting, her discolored skin, lifeless eyes, and strange way of walking made it rather obvious what she was.
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“I don’t have that sort of money, not on me.” Someone’s not used to local currency rates. “I can make things, I’m a maker. Stuff you could sell to offset the price?” Forgive this illprepared patron.
“...Do we look like we accept physical money? Where’s your card, it’ll make things faster...if you don’t have that then we’re gonna have a real problem and I’m gonna have to ask you have a seat while I make a call. Honestly, if you didn’t have money you should have said so after the first drink and I would have fronted it, but after six...can’t really call that a mistake.” She does not like getting played with.
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“1200!?!? How, when, why? Did someone say I was covering them?!” Cue flustered worried and definitely not that wealthy Elf noises.
“What do you mean ‘how’ you had six beers. Beers are $200 per glass.”
