Elise examined the schematic for one of the newest Handgonne designs. The schematic laid flat on the tabletop, while a prototype fit in both of her hands. She opened compartments, checked for handling, and checked for the weight. She even placed a dummy bullet to see if the projectile would fit. Compared to a Musketoon or Rifle, the Handgonne is supposed to be far more compact; the goal was to make the weapons more accessible to the general population, afterall.
Yet, even with the Handgonne in her hand, her mind drifted to other thoughts. The allies Kiht mentioned to her, the incidents that are happening here in Ishgard.
She quickly set the weapon down over the schematic. A loss of concentration now while handling a delicate weapon could break it; a risk she will not take. She pushes the schematic and weapon off to her left and brings the still hot bowl of Dagger Soup in front of her, taking the spoon in her right hand and slowly eating away at the meal. The heartiness of the soup, thanks to the combination of fish and leek, set her at ease and she soon leaned back into her chair entertaining her thoughts for a few, brief moments.
Let's see... two allies. One of them a paladin, and the other... a fighter of some sorts? I hope this meeting will result in something worthwhile, rather than a waste of time. I did my part in restricting one supplier for this odd Garlean, but I suspect more to be done if we intend to pose a threat.
She snapped back to the scene with the soup in front of her. She quickly finished the rest of it off and set aside the empty bowl with the spoon inside. With her left hand, she pulled the schematic and weapon once more in range and began work once more.
Yet, even with the Handgonne in her hand, her mind drifted to other thoughts. The allies Kiht mentioned to her, the incidents that are happening here in Ishgard.
She quickly set the weapon down over the schematic. A loss of concentration now while handling a delicate weapon could break it; a risk she will not take. She pushes the schematic and weapon off to her left and brings the still hot bowl of Dagger Soup in front of her, taking the spoon in her right hand and slowly eating away at the meal. The heartiness of the soup, thanks to the combination of fish and leek, set her at ease and she soon leaned back into her chair entertaining her thoughts for a few, brief moments.
Let's see... two allies. One of them a paladin, and the other... a fighter of some sorts? I hope this meeting will result in something worthwhile, rather than a waste of time. I did my part in restricting one supplier for this odd Garlean, but I suspect more to be done if we intend to pose a threat.
She snapped back to the scene with the soup in front of her. She quickly finished the rest of it off and set aside the empty bowl with the spoon inside. With her left hand, she pulled the schematic and weapon once more in range and began work once more.
