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Elysia snorted as Jacque made a sexual joke, coughing as his words had surprised her into swallowing incorrectly.  A few thumps on her chest and she raised an eyebrow at Jacque.  [color=ed1c24]"Didn't think you were the type for sexual innuendos.  I really shouldn't judge by appearances."[/color]

And then Elysia turned and listened to Roland.  She watched as his eyes grew misty and he daydreamed about his past.  And then she snorted in amusement as she heard about him shooting someone in the ass with a crossbow. Before she could say anything, the man had taken his Gunlance and retreated to his room.

As soon as the Gunlance wasn't pointed at her anymore, the anger and fear melted off of Elysia.  She bent down to retrieve the armor she'd set down.  [color=ed1c24]"I'm taking this to the forge.  You can come with if you like. You could also stay here.  Just make sure you are good to go for tonight.  You owe us all a round of drinks if i remember correctly.  Or.. maybe it was me who owed everyone a drink."[/color]

Shrugging, Elysia moved towards down the hallway and towards the forge, keeping the armor high above her shoulder as she sauntered out the door.

The forge was a welcome sight.  The place Elysia had spent most of her childhood.  The familair scent of the forge fire drifted over her nose, and the soothingly rhythmic sound of the hammer against metal.  She closed her eyes, for a moment all of her tension melted off of her body.  As if she was actually at peace with the world for a moment.

[color=fff200]"Can i help you?"[/color] the blacksmith's voice jolted her out of her trance and back into reality.

Elysia hefted the armor onto the workbench in front of her and the blacksmith, her eyes boring holes in his skull.  [color=ed1c24]"I need this armor repaired."[/color] She commented.

The Blacksmith raised an eyebrow as he surveyed the Armor, grumbling slightly as he flipped it over in his hands. [color=fff200]"Fine.  leave it here with me, with 1,500 Zenny and i will have it done in two days."[/color]

Elysia stared at the Blacksmith blankly.  [color=ed1c24]"Are you kidding?"[/color]

The blacksmith waved her off dismissively. [color=fff200]"Listen, sweetheart... there are things a delicate little flower such as yourself doesn't understand.. like the finer points of Blacksmithing.  It takes money to buy things to repair the armor, and it takes time to make sure the job is well done."[/color]

Elysia just smiled in his direction, venom seeping through her voice as she spoke. [color=ed1c24]"I'm not a delicate little flower, Dickweed.  I know exactly how much your materials cost.. and i know exactly how long it should take to fix basic Velociprey armor with a dent of this size.  You should be able to knock it out easily before tomorrow morning, and it should only cost 900 Zenny for your goods and services."[/color]

The Blacksmith turned a shade of pink as he glanced back at Elysia. [color=fff200]"Listen lady... i don't know what you've heard but-"[/color]

Elysia slammed her fists violently into the wooden table before her with a loud cracking sound.  [color=ed1c24]"You are hammering out a dent.  At the most, all you are going to need is maybe a scrap of Velociprey hide.. or some iron.  If you need me to hold your hand through the process I would be more than happy to do so."[/color] She slid her Zenny onto the table. [color=ed1c24]"And if you refuse to make what i ask for the price i have stated, I will just conveniently let everyone know how much you are ripping them off."[/color]

The Blacksmith stared at Elysia, noting the knowledge in her eyes.  The way she was staring at his forge.. the way her hands were calluced in just the right places.  She was no stranger to working a forge.  His eyes darkened slightly. [color=fff200]"Detestable woman."[/color] he grunted, sliding the Zenny into his hands.  [color=fff200]"Fine."[/color]  He'd been charging an inflated price for his goods to everyone in the village, because he was the only Blacksmith.  A couple hundred Zenny more per job, and he was living like a king.  This woman, whoever she was.. was going to be a major pain in his ass.  He immediatly took the armor to the forge and started to get down to business, grumbling as he moved.

Elysia just beamed as he worked on the armor, and made her way back to the rooms, looking much better now that she'd vented most of her aggression into the thick wooden table.