RP:Joan and Nikola: Scalpels Pick-Up
Synopsis: Joan picks up custom scalpels from Nikola.
This is a Healer's Guild RP.
Nikola :: It is like a house trapped in time. The building sits quietly by the roadside, one might even assume its abandoned. Snow from Frostmaw mountains does coat the lone structure with a light paint of white. With the store not having much on the window department, the only indication that the structure is occupied is with the smoke coming out from its chimney. A large set of double wooden doors with metal bracings appears to be the only entrance, with the ever important anvil and hammer signage hanging on a nearby post. Nikola is quite picky of her customers... the quality of her services is top notch and she dislikes being swamped with work as it would ruin her passion, turning it to a 'job'. The lone store in a low traffic mountain road is perfect for her. Should one enter, welcoming heat would envelop their frame as soon as the door opens. Since she opened this shop, she did saved quite a few people who nearly died in hypothermia traveling through this mountain pass... at times she would even make bets with herself, imagining if the next person to come to her doors is a client or a lost one. The store has your usual armor displays, shields mounted on the walls bearing all forms of insignias, weapons on their racks while the cheaper ones are stuffed on a nearby barrel and the expensive ones stored under glass cases. All having their price tags written nearby as the forge itself sits at the rear, right next to a mountain of materials. A table separates the work area and the store area where a lone dragoness sits behind of, sipping tea while reading a book.
Joan finally saved up enough gold from her own restaurant Blackheart’s Tacos, business was not the best with her out in the dark forest of Vailkrin to come collect her custom order from the war smith. Having taken time off from her studies the vampiric healer made her way out and up towards Larket, moving at a brisk walk it hardly takes her any time to make the trek, her booted feet making tracks in the dusting or snow once she makes it pass the bridge and the guards there. Having nodded, waved and trade swift ‘hellos’ and ‘hi’ to the guards that knew her since the vampiric healer travels up this way to do her rounds at the House Of Ara clinic often. She has a heavy leather satchel full of the gold coins she had agreed upon with the war smith. As she tracks up through the snow the woman looks about, spotting the lone store/forge as she makes the turn off, her pace picks up as she makes her way up towards the open double doors, stopping long enough to rap knuckles against one door and asking if anyone was in. “Hello! Is anyone in? I’m here to make payment and pick up my order.” Her glowing lilac orbs peering into the store/forge seeking out the smaller woman smith.
Nikola :: The doors are unlocked, or at the very least the bolts aren't in place, still it remained unmoving at first as if some form of energy is preventing the door to open to begin with. As the woman spoke however, the large doors gently opens up, allowing one to enter. "Hello..." replies Nikola. She stares at her for a while, placing down her cup of tea as she gestures the vampire to enter. Should she do so, the door would close behind her. "Welcome to the Dragon's Forge, please sit." Pointing at the chair before her desk. "Tea?" She offers as she pulls a nearby book, flipping through the pages. "You are... the retainer of Duke Gilbert? From the Kingdom of Aeldro? The Spear of Twilight?" Confused as the saurian looked at the woman before flipping through the pages once again. "Wait the Kingdom of Aeldro collapsed 400 years ago... uhm.. who are you? Sorry I keep... getting... commissions and many isn't really claimed."
Joan smiled slightly as she shook her head as she took the seat indicated, as she sits she makes adjustment to the leather satchel that held her payment. “Tea would be wonderful, and no-no, I am Lady Joan Blackheart from Vailkrin. I’m the vampiric healer/necromancer you met at the Red Orge Inn not to long ago that put in the order for custom scalpels.” She explained while she unslung the leather satchel from her shoulder and sat it between her and the other woman, awaiting the tea offered.
Nikola continues to flip through the pages, trying to find Joan in any of them. The tea pot slowly levitated from where it sits and began pouring a portion onto a tea cup. As soon as it did, the cup and its saucer slowly slid across the table to present itself to the vampire. The cup and teapot is gilded in precious metals which allowed the electromancer to manipulate with her magnetism. "Apologies as I am still looking... I have alot of clients over the years and as I am a dragon, I end up waiting for them to be claimed for centuries before I realize that no one is coming to pick them up. I don't really... well... care about politics or the problems that young races face. But I suppose I should atleast check once in a while so I don't end up waiting for decades on end." With visible annoyance on her face, she flips the book a few more times. "Aha! Here it is. Bit recent too. Lemme look for it." She began pulling onto some drawers behind her desk, opening several cabinets... "as it is recent, it should be here somewhere... I doubt I placed it on the vault yet." Pulling out a box, opening it. "Nope." Before stuffing it back to where she found it as the search continues.
Joan didn’t mind the other female’s absentmindedness once her tea and saucer float towards her, she takes time to admire the work of the teapot as she lightly gasp at the handle of her cup, a inhale is taken of the tea as she lifts it up towards her lips. “No offense master smith, I totally understand, as I am well past the fledgling stage of my own kind, but against your age I am but a mere babe.” She smiles softly now, moving to take a sip of the hot liquid held within the cup, her gaze following the other as she goes about searching for her order. “I do greatly admire the pot, cups and saucers. Are they of your own make and design? I myself am into collecting such pieces for my own little tea collection.”
Nikola was opening one box after another, finding a whole different thing most of the time. She blinks and turns her attention to the woman before glancing toward the tea set. "I.... don't know. I mean, I don't think I made it. It might have been gifted to me sometime in the past." She moves close and open the lid of the tea pot. "Yea... this is either a gift or a payment." Inside the pot was not tea or water but a complex series of magic runes and mana stones. On its center was a removable basket where tea leaves sits, allowing its user to change the tea to whichever they wanted but regardless of what tea it was, the pot would boil it to perfection, maintain its heat constant and would produce magical water indefinitely... or at the very least till the mana in it runs out. Most likely a payment now that the saurian thinks about it. She could already imagine nations going to war for such a rare artifact. Finally, Nikola opens one last drawer, "There we go... one set of six scalpels." Checking its contents once last time before placing it on the table, facing the woman. It was a small brown box with red silk interior. A piece of parchment is fixed on the lid of the box, bearing the Warsmith's emblem as the blades rest on the silk as if they are jewelry.
Joan nodded as she listened about what the other said of the admired set. “Lucky indeed then.” Her lilac glowing gaze following the war smith as she finally comes upon the box with her scalpels tucked neatly inside the handsome red silk lined box.
The vampiric woman quickly finishes off her tea so she can put the cup and saucer to one side before jerking her chin towards the box. “Mind if I look them over before taking them home? I am very greatful for your time, work and effort.”
Nikola smiles, "Ofcourse." With her magnetism, the cabinets, drawers and boxes she left open slowly returned to their original positions, storing away any clutter she may have caused. She pours herself another cup of tea and quietly sat as she drink and watch the woman. There have been countless attempts of escaping with her creation from her stores, after long years of smithing, Nikola probably has seen every trick in the book and therefore she is confident that should the woman attempt so, she'll catch her and prevent the escape. Not that she doesn't trust the woman, its only natural for one to protect their livelihood after all.
Joan makes a gesture towards the leather satchel laid between the two women before she takes up the box, with care she removes the parchment and sets in aside, next she opens the box and gazes over the fine craftsmanship of her six set of custom scalpels. With her index finger she lightly runs it over each handle, with care she test one edged end, the pad of her finger sliced open as it traveled it, as the skin parts with ease the vampiric healer nods her pleasure. Little blood is drawn as she had not yet feed but the parted finger pad is inspected. “Indeed very pleasing work of the highest quality like you promised. You have my thanks.” Joan closes the lid of the box as the pad of her finger slowly knits close, healing the wound she inflicted on herself to test the sharpness. Pleased the woman gathers up the box and parchment in hand, moving to stand up. “I would like to commission you again in the future lady war smith.” This said as she makes ready to depart once the other acknowledged the leather satchel that sat between them on the table, the whole amount inside.
Nikola is aware of the satchel, however what she is not aware of is if it was the payment. For all she knows the woman just placed it there because she doesn't want to keep carrying it. A misunderstanding clearly... or the dragon is too busy searching for the box to give her full attention. As the woman pointed it out, the dragoness nods and pulls in the bag, as coins are metals, it easily slid across the table to her side, hiding it away. "Thank you for your business Lady Blackheart. My store is always open for you." She smiles and unlocks the door that is currently held shut by Nikola's magnetism, allowing the lady to leave.