//Central Village@Xaltwind@BunniesOfDoom@LupusIntus@Zeroth"Your smithy? Your tools?"MacKinnon popped to her feet. When it came to people who were angry, after all, it was foolish to stay seated. But she was all smiles too, her green eyes narrowing as she flashed her teeth towards the furious redhead. She didn't even mind the spittle that flew out from his mouth as he lost his mind over water.
"Oh, so you live here, Mister? Wow, could you tell us why everyone else left then? Or why you kept your tools in such poor condition that I could've sworn they were abandoned?" Her head swayed from side to side, in a rhythm that almost seemed to imply that her words ought to rhyme. But they didn't. MacKinnon was a chatterbox, but she wasn't all that good with words.
"Heckers, I didn't even see any name on the smithy that's yours! Don't they usually have a sign or something? Or are you just saying that its allllll yours, because you want it for free but didn't want to carry it with you or let everyone else know that you claimed it when you first came in?"She shrugged then, suddenly as generous as a saint.
"It's ok though; if you want it, you can have it as a housewarming gift, Mister! Only..."And there was that damned grin again, the dastardly, mischievous grin of someone who would certainly hold petty grudges over people who didn't respect the (confusing and unregulated) code of treasure hunters.
"I heard a pretty big crash when I was leaving the area. Might wanna check if your smithy still there, y'know?"This, of course, was all to distract from the fact that MacKinnon had indeed planned on cleaning iron tools with water. It was fine so long as you dried it quickly afterwards, right?