//Central Village@Xaltwind@Zeroth@Dragonydas@LupusintusWas she fearless in the face of death? Or did she not even register that there
was a possibility of death?
For a treasure hunter, for a rascal that tossed herself in all sorts of dangerous situations, it was a difference that didn't matter. All that did matter though, was...
MacKinnon's eyes briefly flitted over to the handkerchief-hander, that knocker-downer of broken-down smith-places. And then, of all things, she winked.
Now, back to business.
Well...not that there was all that much business left to be had, really. Between the elf that stepped in first and the big men that stepped in after, MacKinnon certainly couldn't get many more words in before the red-headed traveler decided to run off to bemoan the status of a random smithy that wasn't even his a couple hours ago. She was the bandit? When he was stealing whole buildings?
"Wow." she said, seized by the intrusive thought of tossing the tools into the well.
"A smith by trade, but with no tools other than a sword. Y'know, ol' man, better to figure these things out early before you share a room with him, ye? Like what, are you gonna hand over all your food without a thought because he's got a sharp stick? Are you going to concede everything the moment he starts shouting? Hm?" Or maybe the old man was the sneaky, backstabby, roguish type. MacKinnon didn't really see that in Vincent's eyes, but on the other hand, she heard of plenty of 'nice' and 'kind' bossmen who turned out to be raging assholes once quota was off by half a rock. Plenty of snakes, plenty of cons.
The intrusive thoughts continued, creeping into her. Some people made things, sure, but who
found things? Found the things that others overlooked, gathered the things that no one could easily make?
And that word.
Entitled.
She wo-
"RAHAHAHAHA!"MacKinnon threw her head back and laughed a wide-mouthed laugh, as if joy alone could cast away what evil fermented within one's guts. Well, what was the point of worrying about that now? Sure, as a treasure hunter who occasionally got into mining, keeping a good relationship with a blacksmith may have been a comfortable thing, but now that that's no longer possible, the treasure hunter would just have to adapt, improvise, and overcome! The only thing she regretted, perhaps, was how spooked little Wilma was about all this, but MacKinnon would make it up to the kiddo later. For now?
"Hey lady!" The girl called, squatting as she began the work of cleaning her own finds.
"Never saw a dwarf with horns before! Didja just get here?" 
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