[Crafting/Saber] Human Nature -end

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1085 words		Kindness?
A calm, quiet morning dawned upon Londinium as the sun’s first rays shone upon the face of a black-haired samurai who had fallen asleep on top of the Westminster Abbey. She’d been watching Londinium from her perch the previous night and only nodded off for a moment, but then the Sandman wrapped her up in his arms and spirited her away. A nap turned to deep, peaceful slumber and only the warmth of the sun awakened the slumbering wolf-hair. She rubbed her eyes and opened them slowly as she shifted a bit; even if she was in the danger of falling off, no one would see her anyway and she would just respawn right in the Abbey. That, or she’d just leave a massive dent on the ground. But the gods of misfortune were away that day, and so Caerbannog managed to wake and sit up just fine without any untoward incidents. It took a while before the samurai was able to blink away the sleepiness from her eyes, and once she did, only then did she remember that an evening had gone by and she had been sleeping all alone outside. She checked her interface: no messages or missed calls. Caerbannog folded her knees up close to her body and rested her chin upon them. She put her arms around her legs; the samurai was still a bit sleepy and the calmness of the morning wasn’t helping any. She looked down at the doors of the Abbey and noted that there were only a few adventurers coming out of it. Figures, since it was too early in the morning. Only the night owls would have stayed up late to grind or hint. She’d been watching the comings and goings of people around that area. Westminster Abbey had, after all, been purchased by their guild Aeryn and was turned to their guild base. Or was it a guild house? No, not really. There wasn’t anything house-y going on in it, much less anything home-y. Guild members just dropped by to do things and use the rooms, and then they would go off on their own adventures once they were done. Caerbannog wasn’t surprised. Those were people that she just met in the game after all, and joining a guild was just a way to ensure their survival so they did it. They were pleasant people, truly, but very far from the ‘family’ that Ryuu promised. There was no use getting worked up about it though. That was just human nature. In the real world, Kyuu did not have any friends except for that one guy who kept stalking her and enticed her with ice cream. Looking back on it, sometimes she wondered if he didn’t have any ulterior motives from the start... but that’s a story for another time. Caerbannog looked down to her left side, a little way off the Abbey’s walls and into a narrow alley. There, a person of the land was pulling his small, empty cart with much effort. It seemed that there was something wrong with the wheels since the cart wobbled every time it was pulled. Eventually, the lander rested, exhausted by his efforts. The cart and its owner by then were out of the alley and ended up in a slightly busy street right next to the Abbey. Caerbannog observed the passers-by, both landers and adventurers who took one look at the cart owner and then went on their merry way. There was nothing in it for them, right? So why would they help that guy? Caer thought back to all the annoying quests that the landers forced on her for little to no reward... it was just human nature though. The samurai stood up and jumped on a lower ledge. She turned to her right and noticed a nearby window, to which she jumped down; the rest of the way, Caerbannog carefully hopped onto ledges and window sills. Better safe than sorry. Once she reached the ground right in front of the Abbey, the samurai patted down her skirt and casually walked away. She turned to the area to the left of Westminster Abbey where she last saw the struggling lander. Due to certain circumstances that the RPer would rather not rant about in this thread, Caerbannog had to level up her very boring crafting class. What better way to do it than to help a lander out of the kindness of her heart? Pfft. Said lander had just gotten back up to his feet when the samurai approached him and poked his back. The person of the land immediately turned around, but he saw no one there. He then looked down and noticed the little girl with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a long-sleeved blouse and a skirt. She did not look like someone who was about to go off to a grand adventure, but the lander’s simple interface told him otherwise. “How may I help you?” the man asked the girl, “I-if you need money, I don’t have any. I can’t even get my cart fix...” “That’s exactly what I need. Your broken cart,” Caerbannog smiled up at the man. Someone said before that it was a crime to hide her smile; so even if she felt like shit and wanted to rip someone’s head off then hey, she’d smile. “But then I won’t have anything!” the lander gasped. “Oh, I’m not taking it. I’ll be fixing it!” the wolf-hair pointed out. Caerbannog, due to the kindness of her heart LOL, pulled the cart all the way down the street until they found a lander blacksmith’s shop. Though St.Pancras Station had most of the shops and stalls, it was not uncommon for smaller shops to pop up around the Abbey when they could profit from respawning adventurers. The samurai then commandeered rented the shop for the whole morning and shoo’d the shop owner away. The wolf-hair fired up the furnace and turned to the cart, but only then did she notice that the workload was more than what her little hands could handle. The owner of the cart, who by then had introduced himself as Levi, patiently stood by the side of the road beside his cart. He was a bit worried that such a fun-sized girl would work on the wheels, and he constantly looked around for any other adventurer who might be able to help with the repairs. Someone with a heart as kind LOL as the little wolf-hair... definitely not Saber, right?

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

Saying that the night was long and slow was an obvious statement, and one which was expected. However, saying that the night was so tediously long, brutal, and death ridden was in the complete opposite direction. And that direction was the right one as that was the case for the tired, exhausted, and filthy Assassin who found himself praising the Gods for sunlight as he fell out of the mouth of a cave. That cave he had discovered the previous morning and had been inside of it ever sense. His face was covered in dirt and black soot, his hands red and calloused from hard activity, and his clothes were almost pitch black. The place that Saber now lay in front of was a mine, and he had been digging inside of it for so long in order to stock up on blacksmithing materials.

Due to him running off for a long while on his own without any care for other players, Saber had abandoned his blacksmith duties entirely. That meant his store had not been replenished since he had gone mining during his first few days in Elder Tale, so he didn't exactly have any ores to use for weapon and armor crafts. He didn’t have any orders to fill, which meant that he had been lucky. Although, he did have hard leathers and some skins to use for simple modification jobs, but those were long and boring. They also didn't generate a good enough profit to be worth the work that was required for them. That left Saber with only one option, and that option would be tiring; grab his pickaxe and move a mountain. Since that truly was his only option, that was exactly what he did. Saber went underground and moved a mountain.

Thankfully, the day spent underground flew by and Saber actually lost track of time once he had started his mining work. Before he knew it, Saber had actually mined way too much items and had an excess of minerals and ore in his storage. To his surprise, it was a well-balanced excess and the numbers weren't skewed towards one ore over the other too badly. Though, he had found a lot of silver ore. By a lot, he meant probably one hundred to two hundred pounds of it. If he was in the real world, he would probably start to cry, but he wasn’t. Saber was inside of a video game where magic was a thing. More specifically, Elder Tale had a neat storage system so he didn't have to worry about carrying it all, making having the abundance less of a pain. Yet it meant that Saber didn’t have a limiter on how much he could mine, so he found himself forgetting to eat twice, and forgetting to even come outside for almost two full days.

Eventually it did click in his mind that there was something amiss; he was tired. The swinging motion of his pickaxe become more difficult the last hour or so that Saber had been mining, and became almost completely impossible the last twenty minutes. Rather than continue to push himself and risk any kind of injury, Saber stowed his pickaxe away and looked around to find himself lost in a black pit. Two hours later, he found the entrance. The cave system was more winding and confusing than it was initially, and since Saber had not been paying much attention, there was almost a one-hundred percent certainty that he would get lost. And he did. But he lived, and he regretted his decision.

“Blacksmithing… sucks…” Saber muttered as he lay there, his tired and heavy arms flailed out to his sides, his chest rising and lowering steadily as his lungs sucked in air, and his heart raced with fatigue. He wanted to sleep. Right then and there, he could have, would have, and should have… but he didn’t. Instead, Saber let his body relax for almost ten minutes before he was able to move and lift himself back onto his feet. The Assassin would have slept there at the entrance, but his trust in the wilderness was completely gone now. He wouldn’t put it passed even the weakest of beasts to at least nibble at him during the twelve hour death-trip Saber knew he would have.

The risk for another larger creature showing its nasty face was even higher, and the Gods had shown Saber what they did when he left his life in their hands; they tried to kill him with every mode and method possible. Keeping that in mind, Saber elected not to risk his life for some sleep and began dragging his sorry, whining backside towards London. It was close, thank the Gods, so Saber wasn’t too upset with having to take the walk back. What he was upset about was how disgusting he felt, and how terrible he probably looked. Sweet lord he probably looked like he had literally been through hell itself, but that was okay. Maybe then no one would bother him. As he tucked his nose underneath his scarf, he hoped that the dirt, dust, and black soot would push every player away from him without an issue.

That obviously didn’t count towards People of the Land, of course, as the foolish rats looked towards Saber as some sort of willing hero. Not three seconds upon walking through the Gates of London, a teenager walked up and asked for Saber to help him kill something. Then another asked the Assassin to find her dog. The man didn’t say a word, and instead pushed his way through both of them and snarled, digging his nails into the two NPC’s shoulders in order to get them to flee. It worked, but only for so long. There was a steady stream of needy Landers along Saber’s path, but that was to be expected in the game he was living in, so he didn’t kill any of them like he wanted to. He simply ignored them because… there was… nothing… for…. hi—Was that Caerbannog pushing a cart?

“…What?” Saber stared down the alley he was walking through and watched the tail end of what looked to be a busted cart being pushed by the short Samurai-player he knew as Caerbannog. Just beside it was a Lander, and he looked distressed. Was she stealing his cart? No, she wasn’t like that. Right? Or had he really missed that much? No, impossible. She was a good player but that woman wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone steal someone’s entire life savings and way of living. Right? Right?...

A heavy sigh fell out of Saber’s mouth…. Why?

The Assassin made his way to the end of the alley and looked to the direction the cart had went; it wasn’t far. From the distance he was at, Saber could also see the probable reason for the Samurai’s theft; the stupid thing’s wheel was broken. That meant that either the Samurai was stealing a broken cart, or she was going to try and fix it. Saber hoped for option B, but there was no doubt in his mind that there might be an option C somewhere in the air that he had missed. Either way, he followed the cart and prepared himself for another hell-bound adventure.

“Why…?” He asked himself as he walked and saw Caerbannog roll the cart through Saint Pancras Station and near the Abbey.
“Why?” He asked again, watching the apparent shop owner walk out of his shop with a bag of money.
“…WHY?!” The third time around, Saber asked it when he was standing inside the doorway.

“What… are you doing…?” Saber didn’t announce his presence. He didn’t declare his appearance. He didn’t knock. He didn’t say hello. And most importantly; he didn’t even acknowledge the Lander that was there. No. He asked a question, a simple question because the situation went from a simple one to something he had a feeling was much worse than it was.

…Why?

: Post Title :
-Why?-

: Word Count :
1334

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :

Saber, @dindeen

: Notes :
Why?

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

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545 words		Questions
The wheel was horribly bent on one part and would have to be hammered back into shape. But that wasn’t even the worst of, merely the most obvious. The cart was missing bolts and nails, and it was a miracle that the thing was still together. Maybe Levi should buy a new one soon, but seeing as he was completely broke, it was more practical to patch up the cart first so that he could use it to earn money to save up for a new one. The lander would have told his woes to little Caerbannog if not for the sudden arrival of yet another adventurer. This one was not quite as friendly-looking as the samurai. While the wolf-hair busily fired up the forge and inspected the wheel, an assassin had approached the cart. “E-excuse me,” Levi tried to wave for Saber’s attention. The lander was rather pathetic-looking, but that’s not something that Caerbannog would say about people. With mop-like brown hair, badly tailored hempen clothes that looked like dirty grey pajamas, a smile full of misaligned teeth, dark bags under his sad hazel eyes and a nervous shaking of his shoulders, Levi was the type of person that other people usually shoved under buses. He kept waving at Saber and mustered up the courage to take a few steps towards the assassin. “This shop is closed for the day,” the lander pointed out, “The little girl is working on my cart.” That word made Caerbannog suddenly turn her head towards the lander and if the angle was any worse, it would have looked like something from The Exorcist. But the samurai’s body soon followed as she turned, and instead of dwelling on Levi’s unfortunate description, she noticed a familiar face. It was one that she had not seen since Sarum... “You!” the wolf-hair stood up, walked away from her work and hopped towards Saber, “You ditched me!” The samurai wagged an accusing finger at the assassin. She ignored his questions about why and what, and continued to wag her finger upwards until it was close to the assassin’s face. He had run away like some loony after a Sarum quest, ditched her when there were like over 9000 golems running towards the expedition camp, vanished into thin air when she was supposed to make lunch for him... and then he showed up casually as if nothing happened. Caerbannog checked the adventurer’s information just to make sure that it was indeed Saber; and yes, she did just wag her finger at a person whose identity she was not a hundred percent sure of. “Where did YOU disappear to?” Caer asked as she lowered her hand, “And why are you not Level 90?” Meanwhile, Levi nervously laughed to himself. Ah, adventurers and their levels and skills and weapons... he was nothing compared to them, and so he might as well sit this one out. The little girl clearly knew the other person, and if he was a friend that he could ask help from then it would be better for Levi. The lander turned to his cart and leaned against it... and totally forgot that a wheel had been removed. The cart fell over to one side, and all Levi could utter was a wheezy “oops!”

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

It wasn’t unnatural for Saber to comfortably walk up behind people and get their attention, but this time he actually wanted a legitimate answer. There was a cart with a busted up wheel in the middle of a blacksmith shop and said cart had been dragged by a short female player, one that Saber’s interest was immediately pinned too. He couldn’t tell why, but something in his chest tugged him towards her. His mind searched for the answers, clawed at the dusty, ripped up pages of his memory, and tried to put the images together; to no avail. Yet, Saber knew one thing; he had met this woman before, and she must have been something special. Whether she knew it or not was still in the air. Would she even know who he was? Maybe she didn’t remember him either… If that was the case, than Saber would simply be in the wrong place. Or, she didn’t think of him as highly as he must have held her. Huh, so he did care about people, didn’t he?

“That’s a first…” The Assassin pushed off the doorway he stood in and began to walk inside of the forge, but was just as readily intercepted by a wary NPC. The other man’s voice shivered, fear? Good.

“You’re in my way.” As the Lander approached him, Saber immediately put a hand on the Non-player Character’s shoulder and squeezed ever so gently. He gave the man a short glare to help him understand his mistake and then helped him move out of the way with a very light push. Yet, Saber’s path was barely clear for even a second before it was filled by the short, rowdy little one he had recognized, and the one who was the reason for his presence here. His memory was blurry, fuzzed, and he couldn’t remember where he knew her from. Yet, he knew her face. Where did he know her from? Was it from around London? No, but he would find out without even asking. The female player, whose name was Caerbannog if Saber remembered correctly, was quite determined in laying the smack down on him with her finger.

“Ditched?” The accusation made Saber grimace and leaned away from the wagging finger, afraid that it would poke out one of his eyes or something, but he didn’t run. The scolding wasn’t over apparently. She nagged him with a pair of questions, and said pair made Saber question her. He had abandoned her? He probably knew why, but if he had done it; he couldn’t say it. It seemed that looking like a jerk off was becoming a thing, if it wasn’t already. Although the second question was even weirder.

This woman had the expectation of him reaching level ninety, and him not being so much have raised some questions. Indeed, Saber was not such a high level. Why? Because the beasts he had seen were high leveled, but low in number. During his time away, Saber walked and passed out more than he fought anything. Combat was rare to the East because of the sheer size of the creatures lurking there; they were powerful, and Saber had learned how to beat them after a time. Yet because of that, he hardly gained any experience unless he was ambushed. Even then, his gain was low. If he remembered correctly, Saber only leveled up a handful of times during his travels. Every other moment he spent trying not to fall to pieces… but that had failed as well.

Still, this woman who knew him most likely didn’t know those details. She probably even expected him to know who she was. She expected him to remember when they were together, if they ever were, and to remember his reason for leaving. How could he give a reason if he didn’t even remember their meeting? This encounter would be difficult, but he had a medium to use. Something that would help him get away with dodging some questions, or at least help him keep some distance from the hard questions. Its effectiveness was to be determined, but he had to try. If he didn’t, he doubted that he could keep the fact that his mind was shredded a secret for very long. Saber would have to do it until he at least figured out his relationship with Caerbannog, or until he left.

“Let’s just say that I’ve been resting up more than I should have.” His response was probably quite boring, but it saved him from any more revealing answers, and he ran with it. Walking away was probably not an option now, as he must have already done that before. So, with that in mind, Saber took the little woman’s pointing finger in his own hand and lowered it from his face so he could stand upright. Once it was away, he released it and walked around her to the cart; he would have to keep on task.

Without much of another word, Saber went to the cart and immediately realized what was wrong with it. Though, he was curious of how it happened. One of the wheels seemed to be incorrectly resting on the axel, was bent, and was missing a few necessary bolts and things to hold it together. In essence; either a whole new wheel needed to be crafted, or it needed to go through some serious repairs. Said repairs would be tedious, but making a new wheel would be just as annoying. Crafting something, however, would most likely reveal Saber’s secret and even though he apparently knew this woman… could he trust her?

“I had asked why you were pushing this cart a few times, both to myself and out loud, but I think I have my answer.” Saber knelt down beside the wheel and pulled down his hood, allowing himself a better look at the object. He narrowed his eyes and flicked one of the rusted bolts, causing it to ping.

“Great…” A heavy sigh escaped the lips of the man and he stood up carefully, crossing his arms over his chest before looking towards the little black haired woman. She looked very pretty today, much better than he did obviously.

“How do you want to do this?”

: Post Title :
-Mental Pinch-

: Word Count :
1043

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, @dindeen

: Notes :
Dat amnesia.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

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410 words		More Questions
A surprising distraction, Saber’s arrival momentarily grabbed the wolf-hair’s attention and pulled it away from the matter that she was inspecting. There was work to be done and the furnace was already fired up and ready, but an interesting person had just arrived. Due to her surprise and haste, Caerbannog had acted rather rudely at the assassin; something that she realized only afterwards. When he answered her vaguely, the samurai did not press the matter. It was not unexpected of him to keep things to himself, in fact it would have actually been strange if he answered her questions directly. “I guess we have our own things...” the samurai sighed as she walked up to the cart and looked it over without glancing at Saber, “I’m sorry for being rude.” It was none of her business, really. She should just focus on the broken cart. The lander Levi seemed to have the same idea when, despite having been figuratively pushed aside by the assassin, he mustered up the courage to step between the two adventurers. He looked up at the assassin who had pulled down his hood, and then down at the samurai who had all but kidnapped his cart. “This reunion is fun and all but, eh...” the lander sighed, “Could you fix my cart today? I need it for work...” At that, the wolf-hair lazily looked up at the lander as if he had just said the ridiculous thing. But oh, Caerbannog would not be caught being rude twice in one day, so she just kept her thoughts to herself. She waved to Levi, shooing him aside so that she could address Saber directly. “I buy bolts and rivets from Saint Pancras Station’s merchants,” the samurai said to her fellow adventurer, “Don’t know how to make them. You?” Caer had not worked with a cart or any kind of vehicle before, so it was a first. What possessed her to work on this thing anyway? Possibly boredom. Possibly a need to level up her crafting class so that she could make weapons that can break the world. Possibly a reason to explain how and why she was filthy rich... cakes and bread don’t really earn millions after all. She was fortunate that their guild was not questioned when they purchased the Westminster Abbey, and even more fortunate that the guild did not question her. Speaking of carts though, what -was- Saber’s crafting class? “Are you mechanic or blacksmith?” the wolf-hair asked him.

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

“I never knew asking a question made you rude.” In response to the Samurai’s apology, Saber muttered from beneath his scarf as he tried to come up with a solution for what was in front of him. This was bothering him.
For once in his life, Saber had begun to doubt his own resourcefulness and questioned how he had survived so far. If he wasn’t, than this problem was going to be tiring. In his mind the options of fixing the wheel and replacing it were starting to both look obnoxious, but after close inspection he saw that the main problem was the way the wheel was attached. If he could fix that, then all the two players would have to do was straighten the wheel and bend the axel back to its original position. That was the laziest option he could really think of and as he looked at his own face in the faded reflection of the old wheel; he felt filthy and tired. Staying here for much longer than necessary would probably make him feel like dying… However, this was not his craft really. He didn’t want to hijack the job from the little Samurai like a complete jerk. No, the decision to do things was in her hands.

Then again, it seemed the annoying Lander was a bit impatient. He had just asked the two players to fix their cart today, as if they were going to take all week or something to correct a simple problem. Saber shot a glance over towards the man, but never turned his head so he only caught the man by his shadow. This guy was already getting on Saber’s nerves and he almost snapped at the fool, but he kept his tongue pinched between his own teeth and placed one hand firmly on the wheel to keep it from turning. With the other, he began to twist off the first bolt. It was on tight, real tight, and Saber couldn’t get a grip right away. In reality, he would have an array of wrenches to use on the thing and if necessary, a ratchet with the right fitted socket. However, this game wasn’t reality. All of those tools had to be fabricated from scratch, and if this idiot wanted his cart back right away, then there was no time for those crafts. Unless…

“The bolts aren’t difficult to make, but the problem is the tools.” After trying to get at least one of the bolts off for a minute or so, Saber finally rumbled and stood up. He needed something with a bigger bite to get the things off. If it wasn’t a wrench or a ratchet… maybe pliers? Beaked pliers could do the trick but those didn’t exist here either, only needle-nosed ones did because they were used for more things than metalwork.

“Can’t get the wheel off without taking everything else off first anyways... One step at a time, little lady.” The Assassin made his way over to one of the undamaged wheels and leaned down close to it. He looked at the outside of it, checking to see the similarities between it and the broken wheel, and then he looked behind it to see how it fastened in. There, he saw a small nut on the backside that essentially held the wheel up against a flat plate that spun with the axel. That was smart. With that plate there, replacing the wheel didn’t mean replacing the axel. But, it also meant that there was an extra weakness to the cart.

“This could get annoying.” The man rumbled and lay down on his back underneath the cart. He had not worked on cars ever in his life, but he had watched some of the television shows just in case; they weren’t helping. Yet Saber had built plenty of things back home with his Father. That old man put everything together himself and would build a lot of things rather than spend money and buy the furniture. The handmade stuff always looked better too.

With the nut pinched, Saber applied as much pressure as he could and twisted it. He grit his teeth and growled as he tried to turn the metal, but his fingers slipped right off. Rather than fight it, Saber pulled off his scarf to reveal the rest of his soot-black face and wrapped the cloth around his hand. With the increased grip, he tried to twist the nut. At the same time, he pulled the wheel in the opposite direction. At that same instant, his female ally for the moment decided to ask him about his trade. The sudden question caught Saber more off guard than it should have, and he actually pulled the wheel too much in response. He hacked and coughed as it rolled into him, smacking into his stomach directly. Ow.

“I work with my hands, Caer.” Saber coughed and tried at the nut again. He could have revealed what he was, but from how his operation was run, any hint towards who he truly was would be a problem. The thought of lying to the woman he was currently assisting left a bad taste in his mouth, but then again, he could hardly remember her. If she was someone he shouldn’t associate with, than maybe not saying something was a good thing. For now, at least.

“Mr. Lander dude…” Saber said as he tried to twist the nut more, it wasn’t budging.

“Sorry, but my name is Levi, Sir.” The NPC responded with a bit of an undeterred voice, and Saber quietly pushed off any thought of kicking the man in the stomach. Instead, he’d nip at the Lander with some words…

“Your highness, the only way we’re going to be able to fix your wheel is to take off the rear axle and replace the entire rear end, wheels and all. Or we can find a way to cut just the end of the axel off and replace that section specifically.” As he spoke, Saber stopped fighting with the nut; he was wasting his time. Without the right tool, which he could probably find at the place which made carts, the wheels weren’t coming off normally. The only other option Saber considered was brute forcing it, but that could damage more than the wheels.

“Unless either of you two can get me either a wrench or a ratchet, or something that can grip onto the metal nuts, these bolts probably aren’t going to budge. We could try melting them off, but that we could risk welding them on instead. We could also try breaking the bolts and yanking the wheel off, but that also has a risk of damaging the cart itself.” The player stood up steadily and stared down at the damaged wheel; his worst nightmare. A problem he didn’t have the tools to fix, and it was a stupid cart.

: Post Title :
-Cart Puzzle-

: Word Count :
1153

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, @dindeen

: Notes :
Totally winged it.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

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520 words		And then everything went wrong
Who would have thought that repairing a cart would be so much trouble? Caer sure didn’t. She just wanted something to do that day and so she stepped away from the Abbey, right into the arms of a complete stranger who even thought that she was mugging him. She’d gotten herself into quite a pickle without realizing it, but as she watched Saber inspect the cart, the complexity of the task became more apparent. It was not just a problem with a wheel but with the parts that connected it to the body too. As the assassin looked the cart over, Caerbannog followed him around until he slipped under the body of the cart. That seemed pretty dangerous to the wolf-hair, especially since the cart was only held up by some rickety parts that needed repairing, but she figured that the other adventurer knew what he was doing. Levi wasn’t helping any. The adventurers were already helping him for free and he still- wait, rewind. Did Saber just call Caer “little lady”? They did not have bolts but could make then, now the problem was that they did not have the proper tools for- LITTLE lady?! After the assassin was done dodging the wolf-hair’s question, and after he asked the lander some things that the latter knew nothing about and so the only reply was a weak nod; Caerbannog waited for Saber to right himself and then she glared up at him with her arms crossed and her brow looking even more crossed. “I am NOT little,” she quipped, “YOU are just tall.” That aside, the wolf-hair waved at the air in front of her as she browsed through her inventory. Food, food, weapons, more weapons, more food, poison, a stuffed toy... ah, tools! She had a wide collection of things that she would never ever use, rewards from her adventuring and crafting days at the Sarum Expedition Camp. There was a wok that she could use as a chef, the hammer that she used for smithing special things before the crafting level cap was lifted, and another item was a wrench. She never used it before since blacksmiths don’t really work with whole contraptions, but there’s always a first time for everything. “Here,” Caer crossly tossed the wrench to the assassin, “I guess you are blacksmith. If Saber was mechanic or woodcrafter, tools would not be a problem.” She then walked over to the furnace and laid out her own smithing tools near it. “I can craft things quickly if you need something... aside from tools,” the samurai said, still cross about being called ‘little’. They had not known each other long enough for Caerbannog to ignore that. If Capsule or even the Dwarf had said it, she would have let it go... well, if it was the Dwarf, she would have tossed him across the street because Dwarf. “If you need things wrecked,” Caer frowned even more, “I can do that too.” The lander overheard that and he only let out a whimper. The atmosphere had suddenly changed and he wished he could get out of there fast.