Another day, another injury. Barely opened up shop for an hour and a man comes in with a wounded wrist. Apparently mishandled his axe and dislocated it. Nanuni was a good sport about it however and gave him a quick treatment. Next came in the usual customers; those who required medication for their ills and ailments. Like clockwork Nanuni went from opening shop to measuring pharmaceuticals. An old lady who needed medicine for digestion, a little boy who needed medicine for his ear infection, a couple who had a... Social disease. Those were a bit tricky, but Nanuni had just what they needed. The first few hours were hectic as usual, but business was business. Before long people began to clear out and Nanuni had an empty lobby once more. She did a quick count of today's earnings, deducing that she made enough today to pay off the rent of her shop. But she also needed to use some of this money to purchase more ingredients for more medicine, and while she has a solid stock right now, it was better to have too much than not enough. And with the current political climate around Sothia, Nanuni felt like her services was going to be used much more often. She looked down at a news pamphlet from the market yesterday. The Kroven Dynasty and the Lorean Empire where in a cold war over the Driahn Peaks. Nanuni just didn't get it. Warring over that land wasn't something worth doing. Both nations were quite self-sufficient as they were, and short of finding some world-destroying super weapon in the Driahn Peaks there was nothing that either side would gain that would tip the scales that much. They would destroy each other for what amounts to a better breakfast and gaudier jewelry. At least that's how Nanuni saw it. She mostly hated the idea that there was going to be a war between the two nations and poor little Sothia is going to be caught in the crossfire. Nanuni herself claims to be neutral, though she can't help but to say that if the two nations were going to fight each other anyways, she'd like it if the Lorean Empire came out on top. Her family was there, and as much as she wanted to put distance between herself and them, she wasn't going to condemn them to a life in the Kroven Dynasty. Who knows what they'd do. Shaking these thoughts off Nanuni went to the front of her store and flipped a sign over. "Out for lunch" it said. Even though Nanuni might not actually go and get a bite to eat, she'd like to get some fresh air for a few minutes. --- The joys of sleeplessness was something to behold. Suddenly one could be productive at all hours of the day and night, with the only issue being the lack of others who would also participate during those hours. For Veira however she didn't care for the company; it distracted her from her work. She had many orders to fulfill and promised her buyer that by the end of the week, she'd have a hundred magical swords for him and his soldiers. And to acomplish that Veira worked day and night, sparing only two or three hours to eat, wash, and rest before getting back to the task of creating the swords. She was working with one of the city's more reputable inventors to help divide the task of sword smithing, though when it came to the enchanting she took over all operations. By the time morning came Veira was half-way finished with her order, and still had five more days before her deadline. Fifty magical swords were made so far, enchanted for increased durability and to be able to maintain a constant honed edge. Of course that was a given; a skilled smith could accomplish something like that easily and without the price that Veira charged for. For that extra bit of flash, Veira also had these swords capable of producing a heated edge, to burn through the flesh and armor of the wielder's enemy. So long as that armor wasn't too tough anyways: It costed a lot of money to put a decent fire enchantment on an iron sword, so she weaved a weak enchantment into most of them. Against barbarians and peasants these blades would work wonders, but against plate armor? Well, if her client wanted a weapon against heavy armor, he should have asked for maces instead of swords. Didn't matter to Veira; she was already half-way through and wasn't going to back down now. Though it was about time that she took an hour off to get some breakfast. A growling in her stomach signaled her of her hunger, and the smell of sulfur and fire told her that she should wash herself. Veira liked to think of herself as a socialite when off the job, and it wouldn't do well for her reputation if she strutted about town covered in grime, even if it was part of her occupation. [color=ed1c24]"Alright, break time! I'm going to go wash up and find myself something to eat. Be sure to have the swords ready for me when I come back. Shouldn't take more than an hour."[/color] Hanging up her work apron and gloves Veira headed back to her home near by to wash up. As she left she wondered if she should cook her own breakfast or maybe look in the town for something to eat.