Master Dunois accepted the envelope, his fingers carefully opening it to examine the contents as the others discussed the arrangement. Â The receipt of anything official had become so unwelcome that these documents struck him with no small amount of satisfaction. Â A satisfaction worn obviously on his features.
Osvald offered a subtle nod, his eyes focused on the Dragoon. Â "I remember our arrangement. Â I will ensure that our terms are met and not exceeded."
He glanced down to Chachanji, before returning to address V'Aleera. Â "The materials will be a significant help in rebuilding. Â There are still many families without a stable roof over their head, and the winter chill gains bite each week. Â Your prompt timing is appreciated." He added a curt nod, and then looked back to Chachanji, drawing a broad hand along his chin.
He continued in his deep, but surprisingly soft voice. Â "Master Smith. Â Did Madame Dragoon discuss our arrangement with you? Â There are just two details of importance. Â First, that you only work under supervision. Â Our shop is our livelihood, and beyond that, it is essential for the well being of many beyond us."
"Secondly you are to offer us your skill and labor in exchange for access to our resources. Â For each hour you work, you will work one hour more on building materials for our efforts. Â There is nothing more valuable that we can offer in this moment of crisis, than the effort of skilled and industrious hands."
He paused, waiting in anticipation of the diminutive smith's agreement.
Osvald offered a subtle nod, his eyes focused on the Dragoon. Â "I remember our arrangement. Â I will ensure that our terms are met and not exceeded."
He glanced down to Chachanji, before returning to address V'Aleera. Â "The materials will be a significant help in rebuilding. Â There are still many families without a stable roof over their head, and the winter chill gains bite each week. Â Your prompt timing is appreciated." He added a curt nod, and then looked back to Chachanji, drawing a broad hand along his chin.
He continued in his deep, but surprisingly soft voice. Â "Master Smith. Â Did Madame Dragoon discuss our arrangement with you? Â There are just two details of importance. Â First, that you only work under supervision. Â Our shop is our livelihood, and beyond that, it is essential for the well being of many beyond us."
"Secondly you are to offer us your skill and labor in exchange for access to our resources. Â For each hour you work, you will work one hour more on building materials for our efforts. Â There is nothing more valuable that we can offer in this moment of crisis, than the effort of skilled and industrious hands."
He paused, waiting in anticipation of the diminutive smith's agreement.
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