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[color=C746EC]“You lot are all the same.”[/color] Rowina sighed, opening the door to let the Tinker in. The space beyond the immediate entrance was a small living room, a couch and two chairs around a small coffee table. Two bookshelves framed a window and a fireplace recently quit sat smoldering still. The kitchen could be seen to the right and a short flight of stairs would take people up to a study and a bedroom or down into what was presumably a basement. Rowina tugged on a thick rope just barely in reach of the fire place as she stocked it back to life. Muted jingling could be heard upstairs, scuffling and muttering accompanying the sound.

[color=C746EC] “You’re the one we’ll see tonight. Can’t be up at all hours and still put things together without them exploding after all.”[/color] The woman sighed as she got a fire going. [color=C746EC] “Now what exactly are you looking for? If you’re coming to us, you’re looking to specialize but we each have our methods. Guns and explosives? I can teach you a trick or two. Something a bit bigger, more complex? My husband can- Speak of the devil.”[/color]

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[color=FAAA00] “Yes, enlighten us my dear boy. What grandeur do you plan to provide this poor world?”[/color] Alfor Ratshrew clumped heavily down the stairs, a delighted smile on his face at the sight of a fellow Tinker, drawing another sigh from his wife. Even if the boy only wanted Rowena’s expertise, it would be with a hovering husband and another hour of work to get him back into bed. [color=FAAA00] “Are you trying to reach the heights of the Windswpet Ribbons or dive to the depths of the  Viscken Whirl? Survive the tempestuous Friliand Flames? Come come. Tell us what majesty you intend to impart with vision, imagination, and gusto!”[/color]

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There was some muttering among the forty of so adventurers milling around the guild hall, none of them immediately taking to the idea. One man however, stepped up adjacent to Cecilia and grinned. [color=00FCD8] “Come on, you yellow bellied curs! Riches and war? What other ways can we work off a little stress before we lay our heads down to rest? How will you be prepared to take on the day if you don’t practice and why put off until tomorrow what can be done tonight!”[/color] The player, Gauis, grinned as fifteen others agreed, all focusing on the money.

[color=00FCD8]“Lead the way, fearless leader. We’ll all be snapping at your heels on the battlefield soon enough![/color] Gaius chuckled with a slight bow. [color=00FCD8] “I can’t wait to see what confidence brought this about. I hope you can dodge a bullet.[/color]