"Die, Lynx! You--"
Before he could speak, she threw a small knife at his throat landing a clean hit. With nothing but desperation across the poor man's face as he brought his hands up to his neck., she pinned him to the ground on his back, grabbed the hilt of the knife, and sliced through the rest of the neck. Careful precision ensured that the blood spout from his neck ran towards the ground and not her clothing.
"One flaw with the firearms, Steel."
She pulls out another knife from her coat, spinning it once in her hand and pointing the tip at the soon-to-be-dead man.
"They don't work if you cannot pull the trigger quickly enough."
She turns around, sheathing the knife in her coat, to leave him to his fate. A curious venture, her trip to Coerthas--and Ishgard--became. A simple trip to establish a trading route between the workers at Skysteel Manufactory and the clients in La Noscea soon turned into an unsavory mission. The task was simple. Kill Burning Steel; a Roegadyn last seen in the confines of the Brume making off with a few of the new firearms the Manufactory is working on. A task to establish... trust, between fellow merchants. The kind she has not done since her mercenary days.
Burning Steel lies dead on the ground in a quiet and frequently skipped corner of the Brume away from prying eyes, yet... the firearms were not here. Sparse amounts of firewood and empty, battered crates were the only items in view. Elise gave a slight shrug before leaving the vacinity into snow falling lightly from the sky. She pondered as she walked, occasionally glancing at the residents who called Brume their home. They grumbled as she passed by, noting her peculiar appearance but avoiding conversation. Perhaps it was the blades sheathed on her side that stayed their aggression, or perhaps the fear an outsider may not follow the same rules as the Temple Guards that occassionally lorded over them.
Her task was done and that's all that matters for now. She returned to the Manufactory, explained the situation and the success she had, and shook their hands. Now armed with the means and managerial privileges to a select number of workers--under certain terms and conditions, of course--she could begin a new line of work for Tylwyth Narah's business. Her independent acts will soon be overlooked when profit is made.
Elise stared down at the schematics of the firearm design, noting and absorbing as many details as possible. She taps the blue paper twice with her index finger on the barrel.
"I get the know-how and the basics, but I will need some time to study the rest. Thankfully, this is where you all come in."
The team of workers gave a small smile as she looked up at their faces, glancing in between each of them.
"We have a low quota to meet today, so you all may depart when we have finished. With all of you working, I expect it to be met quickly. Afterwards, I shall hand you each enough gil for one round at the Forgotten Knight to celebrate our beginning relationship."
The workers gave a nod, turned their backs to Elise, and departed to their stations. Elise turned her head down towards the paper once more, adjusting her glasses just a touch as she read the smaller print. She looked down at her attire, a combination of white, green, and black covering her person in light, yet durable and flexible clothing. With a small sigh, she leaned back into the wooden chair, placing an elbow on the table as she studied on.
"...Red isn't much of a reader, is she..." She chuckles as she speaks to herself. "I do wonder why I choose her of all people to take an interest in. Mayhap it were the potential that could be achieved instead of what has been achieved?"
She smirks as she finishes speaking and takes out a piece of paper, ink, and a quill to write some notes about the design.
The next few days were going to be long and cold.
Before he could speak, she threw a small knife at his throat landing a clean hit. With nothing but desperation across the poor man's face as he brought his hands up to his neck., she pinned him to the ground on his back, grabbed the hilt of the knife, and sliced through the rest of the neck. Careful precision ensured that the blood spout from his neck ran towards the ground and not her clothing.
"One flaw with the firearms, Steel."
She pulls out another knife from her coat, spinning it once in her hand and pointing the tip at the soon-to-be-dead man.
"They don't work if you cannot pull the trigger quickly enough."
She turns around, sheathing the knife in her coat, to leave him to his fate. A curious venture, her trip to Coerthas--and Ishgard--became. A simple trip to establish a trading route between the workers at Skysteel Manufactory and the clients in La Noscea soon turned into an unsavory mission. The task was simple. Kill Burning Steel; a Roegadyn last seen in the confines of the Brume making off with a few of the new firearms the Manufactory is working on. A task to establish... trust, between fellow merchants. The kind she has not done since her mercenary days.
Burning Steel lies dead on the ground in a quiet and frequently skipped corner of the Brume away from prying eyes, yet... the firearms were not here. Sparse amounts of firewood and empty, battered crates were the only items in view. Elise gave a slight shrug before leaving the vacinity into snow falling lightly from the sky. She pondered as she walked, occasionally glancing at the residents who called Brume their home. They grumbled as she passed by, noting her peculiar appearance but avoiding conversation. Perhaps it was the blades sheathed on her side that stayed their aggression, or perhaps the fear an outsider may not follow the same rules as the Temple Guards that occassionally lorded over them.
Her task was done and that's all that matters for now. She returned to the Manufactory, explained the situation and the success she had, and shook their hands. Now armed with the means and managerial privileges to a select number of workers--under certain terms and conditions, of course--she could begin a new line of work for Tylwyth Narah's business. Her independent acts will soon be overlooked when profit is made.
Elise stared down at the schematics of the firearm design, noting and absorbing as many details as possible. She taps the blue paper twice with her index finger on the barrel.
"I get the know-how and the basics, but I will need some time to study the rest. Thankfully, this is where you all come in."
The team of workers gave a small smile as she looked up at their faces, glancing in between each of them.
"We have a low quota to meet today, so you all may depart when we have finished. With all of you working, I expect it to be met quickly. Afterwards, I shall hand you each enough gil for one round at the Forgotten Knight to celebrate our beginning relationship."
The workers gave a nod, turned their backs to Elise, and departed to their stations. Elise turned her head down towards the paper once more, adjusting her glasses just a touch as she read the smaller print. She looked down at her attire, a combination of white, green, and black covering her person in light, yet durable and flexible clothing. With a small sigh, she leaned back into the wooden chair, placing an elbow on the table as she studied on.
"...Red isn't much of a reader, is she..." She chuckles as she speaks to herself. "I do wonder why I choose her of all people to take an interest in. Mayhap it were the potential that could be achieved instead of what has been achieved?"
She smirks as she finishes speaking and takes out a piece of paper, ink, and a quill to write some notes about the design.
The next few days were going to be long and cold.
