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    The Iron Quill, not a large shop, but it's been around long enough that most locals at the very least know the name.
    A relatively inconspicuous two-floored building in the market, signs for the church cover the front windows, while a simple wooden sign hangs above the door, holding the stores name.
    The windows are blocked by shelves so little natural light breaches its perimeter; although floating glass orbs covered in runes drift lazily about the shop, providing illumination
    Very few without interest in books pay it mind; however those who do will likely meet the proprietor, one Rost Smith -A friendly, good natured fellow. His son Kalte is often around as well; sorting books to shelves or taking record for custom orders.
    While the store's main merchandise is common books, Rost offers another service many find far more valuable; enchantment. With enough time, he can bind powerful magic to nearly anything, and for a moderate fee he can enhance weapons, armor, tools, and clothes with a wide assortment of mystical runes.
    "Welcome to the Quill, if you need help finding anything, feel free to ask."
    offer a deep, friendly voice whenever a new face enters the store. On the counter is a book containing unfilled orders , while the walls are lined with a variety of printed tomes, organized carefully by their type. in the middle are several shelves of tools and clothing bearing faintly glowing symbols.
    a young, white-haired hylian boy, no more than 14 years, sits at the front counter, counting rupees, while
    the blonde-haired proprietor sits at a work bench behind the counter, carefully etching symbols into a pair of bracers.
    Although none of the volumes have titles on their cover, they are carefully sorted, with a differently colored binding for each of the categories the shop carries.
    A sign by the counter holds a legend;
    red bindings - combat technique
    blue bindings - medicine
    black bindings - fiction
    green bindings - magic
    orange bindings - travel and maps
    Those who seek to cause trouble within the walls of this store would be wise to make note of the wickedly sharp spear resting against the wall behind the counter, as the owner always keeps his eye on those in the store.
    Below the counter is a single row of books bound in brown leather
    notebooks- 10 rupees
    In addition to the books, a few shelves hold items of clothing and tools which have been engraved, stitched, or otherwise marked with runes to provide assorted magical functionsl
     
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    "Kalte, head on upstairs while I close shop. Need to talk to you about something."

    With the sun firmly over the horizon for the evening, Rost locked the shop doors from the inside. runes glowed along the inside of the door frame and in front of every shelf as the carefully crafted defensive magic cloaked the inside of the shop. "Goddess, I hate having to leave the boy alone." he sighed, stepping around the counter. He picked up the bracers he had spent the day working on as well as his own spear and began the climb up the stairs in the back room, following his blue eyed son.

    As he reached the second floor, his eyes drifted over the small apartment; he didn't leave Rauru often, but it would be nice to have change of scenery for a few days.

    "What's wrong, dad?" The boy asked, worried. "I need to talk to you" typically meant they were leaving town for some duration, which Kalte dreaded. In town it was safe; but the fields were full of danger.

    "Nothing's wrong, don't worry. I just need to head out of town for a few day; need you to mind the shop on your own."

    he explained, noting the concern on the white haired boy's face. He knew the poor kid got nervous being left on his own, but the task he was setting out for was far too dangerous to risk bringing him along. "Remember that project I've been working on? building a list of soldiers from the 30 years war?"

    a hesitant but affirmative nod was the response "An old friend of mine sent me a letter the other day, apparently he tracked down an old outpost in Midoro Swamp that might have some enlistment records. Sent me a map to the location, but wasn't able to look around himself; had to get back home."

    Outright fear crossed Kalte's face when he mentioned the swamp. Everyone knew how dangerous it could be, especially alone. "Do you have to go?"

    Rost gave a somber nod, picking up an empty pack from a hook by the stairs."Afraid so, kid. This is important work, to me at least. I'd take you with me but it's too dangerous." He turned, offering the metal bracers to his ward. They were simple steel and leather; however the plates on their backs were covered with carefully inscribed symbols, meant to focus and amplify magical energy. "You should be able to handle the shop, finally finished your bracers. should help with any spell-casting you have to do if someone starts trouble."

    While Kalte strapped on the armor, his father stepped into one of the two bedrooms in the apartment; packing a spare set of clothes before moving to the central room to acquire travel rations. "I'll only be gone a few days, week and a half at most."

    Kalte was still concerned, the new weapon made him feel a bit better, but not much. "When do you leave?"

    "First thing in the morning, need to make a few stops along the way”
     
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    Rost was wide awake and ready to leave Rauru well before the sun rose, while Kalte would still be asleep for another hour or so. He hated to leave before he could say goodbye to his son, but he needed to try and reach Kasuto as quickly as possible; he had business beyond just searching for records, if it was as simple as that he would go straight to Midoro. Rather than wait in the upstairs apartment, he sat in front of the shop, thinking. "he'll alright without me." the scholar assured himself silently. This would be the longest Kalte had ever run the shop without him around. "Need to focus on Kasuto, can't stress about the boy right now."

    Kasuto village; one particular location within the settlement was important to him; not a brothel, exactly, but some mistook it for one. Rather than offering sexual gratification, the business in question offered emotional support to its clientele. It had been too long since his last visit; the war was hard on him; and at times the old scars ached. “I hope she’s still doing well…” the man muttered to himself. He usually visited while out on deliveries with Kalte; however as the boy got older he had less opportunities to leave Rauru.

    This was a rare chance, and he hoped his old companion was still alright. Unlike previous gaps of a few months, it had been over a year since he checked in on her; although admittedly ensuring her safety was as much for his own benefit. The girl was something special to him, and while he wouldn’t call it love of the traditional kind they were far closer than friends. “Maybe this time we’ll figure it out.” the blonde hylian chuckled to himself; it was unlikely. In 16 years they had barely even spoken of such matters.

    Gently rubbing his shoulder where the large scars crossing his torso began, he felt the ache across his body grow. He was never sure if it was physical strain or bad memories that brought it back, but talking to someone always helped; and there were very few he was entirely comfortable discussing these matters with. “This is not going to be a pleasant week.” he observed as the pain faded for the moment. No degree of healing, by magic or medicine, had ever managed to relieve it; which made him feel it was more psychological than physical.

    With the faint golden haze of sunrise just crossing the horizon, he stood; slinging his pack across his shoulders and picking up his quill, the spear that had kept him alive for all those years. A brief nod to the store and he began the long walk to the village gates. The trip to Kasuto might take awhile, and the journey south worse, but he couldn’t afford to go into the more hazardous parts of Midoro Swamp without resolving this issue; too distracting, and he could feel the muscles in his shoulder tense every time the ache returned.

    With one last look back into town; he left for the fields.
     
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    It had been a rough couple weeks; Rost had made his way to Kasuto, then to Midoro. While he had set out with the goal of finding an abandoned checkpoint from the war, what he had found was nothing more than a crumbling collection of stones; even sifting through the rubble all he found were a few waterlogged scrolls which melted away in the waters of the swamp. "Wasted effort," he complained internally, crossing the gates back into Rauru. The sapphire eyed scribe debated stopping at a tavern before returning to The Iron Quill, but decided it was best to get home and rest.

    The old soldier made his way through the town square and towards the market, "Doesn't look like there's been any trouble," the blonde enchanter observed, approaching the free-standing building near the heart of town. It was mid-day, so the shop was open. A couple customers seemed to be inside looking around, and the soldier entered the book store.

    Kalte was at the counter, as expected; he seemed to be writing down an enchantment order for a customer who was browsing the medical books; an unfamiliar face who he paid little mind. "Kalte, I'm back from my journey." he informed loudly, startling the pale boy at the counter.

    "Welcome home, dad." the greeted softly, scribbling down the rest of the order, "How did it go?"

    "Poorly, didn't find what I was looking for. We can discuss it over dinner tonight." the old scribe stated, stepping around the counter, "Mind the shop for a bit longer, I need to change into my work clothes."

    "I can manage the shop for the rest of the day. You should rest after the traveling you've been doing." the scrawny young teen offered, turning his attention to a customer, he accepted a few rupees and the item the woman wished to be inscribed.

    The older man nodded his agreement and headed to the back of the shop, "Fair point. I guess I'll see you this evening, then. Make sure to lock up after closing."
     
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    The veteran scribe was always exhausted after travel, and he had slept the rest of the day while Kalte minded the store and fixed dinner. It was later that evening when they sat down to discuss his recently completed journey.

    "So, you didn't find the records?" the pale teen asked of his father; they had sat down for dinner, a simple meal given neither was particularly interested in cooking.

    Rost nodded, "Afraid so, found the checkpoint but it was all but gone, a pile of rubble at best." the sapphire eyed scribe explained. He was greatly disappointed by his failure to find the information he desired, "It'll be some time before I manage to find another lead for getting those particular transfer records." He had not yet told Kalte, or anyone else, the full reason he was trying so hard to find records of those lost in the war; a single name he needed to confirm above all else. A few others were aware of his task, but only because they too were trying to discover what happened.

    "I'm sure something will turn up eventually." the white haired youth offered, "Don't worry about it too much."

    "Right." his father agreed, giving a resigned sigh, "I'm off to bed for the evening. Don't stay up too late." the blonde haired warrior instructed, crossing the central room of their apartment into one of the two side rooms where his own belongings were stored.
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    The next day started like any other; Rost awoke early and set out breakfast, by the time Kalte was awake and had eaten his father was getting the shop set up for the day. The veteran mage's first order of business was confirming the enchantment orders they had received while he was out; mostly farmers needing their tools augmented. Pretty typical, nobody liked having a shovel break while digging a hole.
    He checked the store room for the items awaiting their enchantments; all properly tagged and sorted, he grabbed the first and set it down on his work bench. Would take most of the day but he could finish the simple stuff up by tomorrow. Once the mage was sure everything was ready, he stepped out of the shop, flipped the sign saying they were open and returned to the counter.
     
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  6. The inquisitor has already reported to Sir Ignatius upon returning to Rauru Village. Informing her mentor and superior about what had occurred at Snowpeak had been at the forefront of her agenda, before exchanging any pleasantries with her mother at home. The former knight had been surprised to hear that a member of the Order was plotting against him, but even more so he was concerned about the demonic possession which had taken hold of the young boy—leave it to Ignatius to care more for a stranger than his own well being. On both counts, he had cautioned Zimo to take a ‘wait and see’ approach. He would conduct his own investigation into the plot against him, and stressed that the zoran inquisitor ought to take a short break for the sake of her own sanity before carrying on her own investigation.

    Zimo idea of a break wasn’t entirely on the same level as her mentor’s however, made incredibly clear by how she entered into the Iron Quill with a dissatisfied scowl strewn across her ghastly, scarred face. “Smith,” she growled at the blue-eyed hylian at the counter. “I need some work done.” Growing up in Rauru, Zimo knew the proprietor of the Iron Quill by name, though theirs could not be said to be anything more than a professional relationship. She slapped a pair of shackles held together by a short chain on the counter.

    “These failed to contain the magic of a wizzrobe,” she explained, glaring at the cuffs with such intensity as if to melt them into a puddle of molten metal. The Order’s own enchanters usually only had to confine the magic of minor mages—the odd demon worshiper or mage-bandit leftover from the remains of the Evil King’s Army. Ridlef had been far beyond the scope of the inquisitor’s usual targets. “I need these strengthened—I don’t care how you do it, just get it done.” Politeness wasn’t precisely Zimo’s modus operandi, and she was still reeling for her failure. A child’s life was at stake, and she was expected to sit around Rauru relaxing? She could only pray that Saint was making more progress than she was.
     
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    The sapphire eyed shopkeeper stared out the window on the door of The Iron Quill; the only exposed window on the first floor of the building. Based on the light coming in, it was late afternoon. This had been a slow day with only a few customers coming in, mostly to pick up a few books for one reason or another.

    That was, until a familiar Zora came in; she was visibly agitate as she approached the counter, “Smith,” she snarled, “I need some work done.” the inquisitor informed him, slamming a pair of binding cuffs onto the shop counter “These failed to contain the magic of a wizzrobe,” he picked up the artifact, to begin examining the enchantments. “I need these strengthened—I don’t care how you do it, just get it done.”

    "Nice to see you too, Miss Aririke." He greeted sarcastically while looking at the runes etched into the metal; shallow, smooth toolmarks showed they were fairly typical of the order's enchanters. "No wonder, these are simple suppression runes, all they'll do is keep magic from being channelled, Easy to overload for anyone strong enough." the mage observed, stepping away from the counter to retrieve his toolkit from the work-bench, "They'll work fine for most common mages, but wizzrobes have much denser mana pools than normal folk." he reached under the counter to retrieve his personal runic tome, "Should be easy enough to combine the existing enchantment with a runic dispersal matrix..." he began muttering to himself while thumbing through the notebook for the correct pages.

    "Shouldn't take me long, hour at most,"
    the kindly mage confirmed, finding the desired page, "feel free to browse around while I work." he offered, taking a needle tipped tool from his engraving kit. "dispersal runes on top of supression to scatter mana instead of just blocking spells, absorption runes to prevent the countered spells from bleeding out." he considered, affixing a headband with a magnifying lens array before beginning the careful task of modifying the existing runes, deepening the cuts to prevent them from wearing away, using the fine tipped tool. the runes carved into the wooden shaft glowed with a soft blue light as he cut into the steel of the cuffs.

    "Any other special items you happen to need while you're here?"
     
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    "Mm, You should get to know a girl before you start thinking about putting her in cuffs, you know." Alcyona only saw the cuffs and the Zora, as she entered the Shop quietly. She was no theif, but her dancer's nature kept her light on her feet. The hard grounds of Rauru were not to her liking, the slick clay and soft sand of the swamp was more to her enjoyment. She had found some music festival going on, but it turned out to be amateurs with amateur talent. Alcyona had trouble dancing to cacophonies they were calling rhythm.

    It wasn't long before Alcyona noticed the scarring across Zimo. Her teal eyes widened to saucers as she looked. The view was grisly, heartwrenching, and beautiful. Her face didn't show an ounce of disgust, but wonder. The red zora was always fascinated with the after effects of her own magic, this was something else entirely. Alcyon realized a bit too late she was being rude, and shook her head, putting a different smile on and offered The scarred Zora her clawed hand carefully.

    "Alcyon... It's a pleasure to meet another Zora, so far from the swamp." Her voice was trembling, her attempt to be confident and flirty flopped. Her head was swimming as she looked up at the taller Zora. Her red scales flexing over her toned muscles as she tensed and tried to relax. She felt like she was ignoring the store owner now, if she could blush from the embarrassment she would have. She looked to the Blue eyed Hylian, and started talking in her normal confident voice, feeling less.

    "If I'm not bothering you, I was wondering if you had any books with fairy tales or interesting fiction?" She asked, Her arm fins folding and opening slowly out of nervousness. She kept glancing over to the Scarred Zora. Alcyona was finding it hard to divide her attention in any meaningful way until she knew what happened. She was looking at the cuffs again and tilted her head, becoming strongly curious about what was going on.
     
  9. Zimo understood the gist of Rost’s grandiose verbiage, but wasn’t particularly versed in the technical language he was muttering to himself. The inquisitor knew how to detect certain hidden enchantments, but that didn’t mean she had any experience with crafting them herself. She left that sort of work to the professionals, like the Order enchanters and sometimes Mr. Smith when it came to it. “An hour’s fine,” Zimo answered, taking his suggestion. “Yeah, I’ll just browse in the meantime.”

    She watched with a mild curiosity as the hylian went to work. What exactly was she supposed to do, taking a ‘wait and see’ approach towards the mad wizzrobe who had kidnapped a child. She had to wonder if she would ever have an opportunity to use the modified cuffs against him, but it certainly would not hurt to be prepared. Whether by her hands or Saint’s, the bastard would get his comeuppance in due time. “Oh?” her thoughts were interrupted by Rost’s words. “Can’t say I need anything else today, no.”

    Turning to browse a shelf full of red-bound books detailing various combat techniques, the inquisitor’s attention was quickly stolen away again by the sudden entrance of a second zora. Her zola heritage was much more obvious than Zimo’s, as her skin was a light red to contrast starkly against the other’s navy blue. On the other hand, the only zolan features that could be directly attributed to her paternal grandfather were Zimo’s webbed fingers and the spiny dorsal fin running along her spine.

    Red made a witty remark about the cuffs that managed to leave a faint grin on the inquisitor’s charred lips as she shook her head slightly. But then she caught the other’s gaze, and the grin turned into a curt frown as Red stared with reckless abandon. “Relax Red, I’m not undead,” Zimo sighed, raising a hand in a half-committed ‘stop’ gesture. It wasn’t all that peculiar for strangers to react in such a way to Zimo’s scars, but this one seemed a bit more spooked than most with her voice trembling. “Not many of us in Rauru,” she admitted with a bit of a dismissive shrug. “But the village makes for a good home. I’m Zimo, by the way.” She extended a hand as a courtesy, but wasn’t entirely sure that Alcyona would take it. “Nice tattoo,” she added, in an attempt to break her out of her awkwardness. And it was a rather impressive rendition of a dragon, indeed—the sort of thing the Order of Rauru would disapprove of. Not that the inquisitor had any intention of getting a tattoo of her own anyway.
     
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    "Mm, You should get to know a girl before you start thinking about putting her in cuffs, you know."

    Rost glanced up as a second Zora woman entered the shop, immediately making a joke about the cuffs he was working with. "It was her idea." the sapphire eyed enchanter retorted, adjusting one of the focal lenses on his headband as he shifted from deepening the current runes to adding the first set of new enchantments.

    "Alcyon..." The comment was directed at the scarred Zora, so the blonde haired mage tuned out everything but her name.
    It was rare to see one of the aquatic folk in a day at his shop, let alone two of them. Zimo he was familiar with, this one was a newcomer.

    "If I'm not bothering you, I was wondering if you had any books with fairy tales or interesting fiction?"

    "Black bindings for fiction and mythology," a soft male voice said, a pale boy stepping out of the storage room in the rear of the store. Kalte approached the counter and stopped beside his father, "I can help if you're looking for anything specific." he said, walking around the shop counter into the main store.

    "This is my son, Kalte." Rost explained, still focused on the project at hand. "Knows the shelves better than I do. He can find whatever you'd like." he set down the tool he was holding and picked up another, similar looking object with a curved point, "Kalte, mind helping Miss Alcyon here look through the black books?" he requested.

    "No problem, dad," The ice-eyed teen agreed, crossing the shop towards a large book shelf filled with black-bound tomes, "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

    While Kalte offered to help the two women find merchandise, Rost picked up his tool kit and the partially enchanted cuffs, moving them to his bench behind the counter, carefully affixing them in a vise.The veteran removed his head band and set it on one of the shelves above the table, positioning a larger lens array mounted to the work station to magnify the project at hand before resuming his work.
     
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    Her clawed, webbed fingers wrapped about Zimo's own strong hand. Alcyona's was more delicate, bearing only burns from her magic use. The carmine Zora held the hand in her own for a few seconds past appropriate, causing a giggle that resembled a wind chime in the wind. She regained her countenance and smiled up at the azure Zora.

    "Very nice to meet you, blue. "She grinned again and winked at her taller acquaintance. She arched back to show off the tattoo and other assets. Alcyona looked over to the younger Hylian that popped out and then back to Rost. The red Zora grinned and crossed her arms delicately over the tattoo.

    "Thank you very much. " Her voice rang out for the second time. It wasn't an unpleasant voice, but you could tell you didn't want her singing. She returned her attention to the boy, Kalte, a smile playing across her lips. She lightly touched his shoulder with her left hand and spoke to the young Hylian.

    "Could you just find me something you find interesting and surprise me? I'm feeling adventurous." Alcyona explained with a smile, she returned her gaze to miss Zimo. The Crimson Zora giggled and with her finger, playfully drew the shape of a heart in the air between them, the shape remained as flames in the air for a few short seconds.

    "I am glad to have met another Zora. I hope we see more of each other. "
     
  12. “Hey, kid,” Zimo greeted the boy Kalte as he appeared from a door leading to some or other back room. “Keeping your nose outta trouble?” Not that she expected any real trouble out of Rost’s son, but it was her method of greeting young people at large. Teenagers could be a general nuisance—Zimo knew that well enough, having been a troublesome young woman herself not too many years ago. She’d given out her share of bloody noses to her peers before growing out of it—if she had ever truly grown out of it. She wasn’t the most exemplary of her profession, with an unfortunate penchant for starting barroom brawls. Sir Ignatius and many others claimed it was this foolishness and hotheadedness that prevented her from advancing up the ranks of the Order thus far.

    Alcyona had gripped Zimo’s hand for an overly long moment, giggling, but the inquisitor had yet attributed that to general nervousness at seeing the other zora’s grisly scars. She seemed to having something stuck in one eye, closing and opening it again heavily. Her request for fiction was a bit surprising to Zimo, actually—it was easy for her to forget that the Iron Quill had less practical books in stock as well. She wasn’t much of a leisure reader, preferring to brush up on combat techniques and magical theory—despite lacking training in spellcasting, knowledge of mage tactics was essential to any inquisitor worth her salt—when she found the spare moments to pour through pages. She suspected the last time she had read a story book just for fun, she couldn’t have been much older than Kalte was right now.

    But then something unexpected occurred.

    “Er, sure,” Zimo replied, instinctively taking a step back from the flame hanging in the air. She had no hatred for fire magic, but the aversion of flames remained firmly rooted in her mind. And though the subtlety of Alconya’s earlier flirtations had been lost on her, a flaming heart floating in the air was easily enough to get through the inexperienced zora’s thick skull. She had little drive for such frivoloties, and few enough partners in her lifetime that they could be counted without using up all the fingers on one hand. “A bit forward though, aren’t you?”

    It wasn’t a compliment. Zimo had punched men in the gut for making just as clumsy attempts on her at the Silver Stag, and she was easily just as apt to punch a woman for the same transgression. But the enchantments in place around the Iron Quill stayed her hand from getting rough, and neither did she want to ruin a perfectly good business relationship with the Quill’s proprietor. “Just keep your skirt on, Red. I don’t even know you.” It wasn’t as if Zimo was against the very idea of romance, but it was a far cry away from her priorities and growing up in the Order’s midst had left her with a strong distaste for lasciviousness. But neither was the inquisitor unreasonable—the situation could be salvaged just as easily as it could be exacerbated, depending on Alconya’s judgement.
     
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    "Could you just find me something you find interesting and surprise me? I'm feeling adventurous."

    The red zora's request was a simple one; over the years Kalte's father had acquired a fair number of books to add to their collection, "I can do that, miss," he confirmed. After the war, fiction and folk tales had been some of the easiest manuscripts to acquire, as people were more likely to remember stories than they were medicine. The young boy removed a book from one of the lower shelves, checking inside the cover, "Try this one," he offered; presenting the tome to Alcyona. The boy tuned out the discussion between the two zora; the apparent flirtation between them made him somewhat uneasy. The fiery heart, however, was bad news. "Fair warning, I wouldn't use any fire in here." he indicated, pointing up at a cluster of glowing glass spheres which had begun circling above Alcyona, "This is a book store, and paper's pretty flammable." he reminded her.

    In the back, Rost was concentrating on inscribing the more powerful anti-magic runes on the cuffs. it was going smoothly so far; the work of the Order's enchanters was basic, but clean and easily improved upon. He was nearly finished with the dispersal runes, after that the absorption runes and the project would be complete.
     
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    Just keep your skirt on, Red. I don’t even know you.”

    Alcyona quickly covered her mouth, hiding a titter of soft laughter. She had originally assumed the heart was a step too far, but wanted to assure the other Zora that her earlier looks were of wonder not fear or disgust. Now Zimo's err was on the opposite side, just where Alcyona wanted it to be. She shook her head left to right with a bashful smile on her lips, looking up at the taller, Sapphire Zora.

    "If you don't mind, I'll keep my skirt right where I want it. " Alcyona's voice was still dripping in seductive tones, but was much more restrained. Especially after the teen boy chastised her, and so rightfully. She was only thinking of herself, as seemed to be the case most days. This time however it had nearly caused serious damage. Just like when she had her claws on the 'Triforce of Music'.

    She peeked over to the suggestion made and smiled wide, batting her Crimson, alien like lashes at the young teen. She treated him to the same flirtation that Zimo's had received. She took the book in hand and flipped a few pages, close to her face. She deeply inhaled the scent of a freshly kept book, enjoying it almost salaciously. She thumbed over a few passages quickly and her teeth bared in a wide smile. It looked almost sinister with all her teeth.

    "Very nice, you have done well, young Kalte. Thank you very much. " the Ruby colored Zora spoke sweetly, touching the boys hand as she thanked him. Alcyona's attention, and her dark and solid teal eyes returned their attention to the striking blue of her kin. The sharp find atop her head twitched as thoughts pervaded the red zola descendent's mind.

    "Contrary to my admitted licentious overt nature, I'm not useless as a traveling companion." Alcyona entertainmed her idea by giving it voice. "I could even be of aid to you, if you come upon certain obstacles." She tried to sweeten the deal, interested in getting to know Zimo.
     
  15. Smith’s boy chastised Alconya for her unnecessary and showy use of fire magic in the shop, to the scarred zora’s unspoken delight. The fire mage seemed to have fine control of her gift, but it was no less perturbing to the woman who knew the dangers of fire firsthand. Said mage barely managed to stifle a giggle at Zimo’s unamused suggestion to keep her hypothetical—for true to zoran fashion, both aquatic women were nude by typical mammalian standards—skirt on. It was not the reaction Zimo intended, eliciting a faint sigh from her crisped lips. As the other treated poor Kalte with another round of flirting, she tried to peek into the back of the store in an attempt at gauging Rost’s progress with the cuffs. The boy was already a hormone-addled teenager; he didn’t need the added confusion of a woman of an entirely different species toying with him. It appeared that Alconya was just one of those overly flirtatious souls then, Zimo supposed. An easy personality with which to dig oneself into a world of troubles, but enough to relax the inquisitor somewhat in her presence.

    “Traveling companion?” Zimo repeated the words which seemingly popped out of the blue. She hadn’t mentioned travelling, for one thing, and she had almost assuredly brought up that Rauru was her home in her introduction, but she supposed she didn’t carry herself with the same posture as a shopkeep or farmer. “Maybe you could, but I’m on a forced leave of absence for the time being,” she grumbled, fingers tapping against the counter in a general annoyance at her situation. She remained at this for a longer moment than was due, before it occurred to her that Alconya would have no idea what she was going on about.

    “I’m an inquisitor for the Order,” she explained, fingers shifting from the countertop to her sides as she crossed her arms, ribbon-like ulnar fins falling limply. “Long story short, a mission went straight to hell and I’m supposed to sit on my ass for a while to get over the bloody stress and let my ribs properly heal.” Taking magical healing into account, there was still a danger to having the same bones break twice in the span of a week. The aquatic woman jerked her head towards the working Rost. “Those cuffs are supposed to lock a mage’s powers, but they didn’t do so great against the kidnapping, son-of-a-whore wizzrobe my partner and I were up against.” The query that followed came with a calculating look, not exactly mean but intended to gauge the woman’s resolve. “Think you could do better? Bastard could fling you across the room by barely lifting a finger.” She winced as she recalled the still-vivid image of Saint being slammed against the wall like a ragdoll.

    In the end though, the question meant little. She had no leads at all on Ridlef’s current location. Doubtless she’d receive word from Saint about her own investigation into the matter eventually, but for now she was begrudgingly resigned to bum around town and ‘relax’ as she was ordered to.
     
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    Kalte stepped away from the Zora women, allowing them to talk in private; returning to the back, he took a seat behind the store counter. He observed as Zimo glanced into the back room towards his father and turned to look at the enchanter whose attention was fully focused on the project at hand. "He shouldn't be too long, Miss Aririke." the pale haired youth promised.

    In the back of the shop, Rost was putting the final touches onto the absorption runes; he would need to test them before he could pass them over and call the job finished; but he was fairly certain these would work and set down his scribing tools.

    "I'm pretty much done," he declared in response to his son's comment, moving the lens array out of the way and rising from his seat. "I'll need to test them against a mage's abilities to be sure, but these should do the job." he explained, moving from the back room and towards the shop counter. "Any volunteers?" he slapped the newly empowered cuffs onto the counter, "Fair warning, though, the feedback might give any mage who wears them a bit of a jolt."
     
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    "I'm game, Blue eyes." Alcyona giggled playfully, flopping her long clawed fingers on the table. She flexed her fingers nervously. She chewed her lower lip softly. She wasn't honestly keen on reducing her magic ability in anyway. She turned her gaze up at Zimo.

    "For you, Blue... Ah, Zimo." The red Zora laughed nervously, now fretting the application of the cuffs. "Didn't take you for a bondage girl." She winked her teal eye flirtatiously. She wasn't feeling flirty as much as trepidation.

    She remembered the time she was in an enchanted area and her fire wasn't forming at her will. She had struggled and fought against the limiting magic until she had found its limit. By then her anger and magic was so out of control the entire area was engulfed in a firestorm that left the place in ashes and char.

    The carmine Zora shook the memory from her head. These were people who didn't know her and had no reason to drive her to such anger. The cuffs were supposed to be a lot stronger than that anyway. She felt safer here than normal. Not so many choices safe from others, but her own fire.
     
  18. Zimo blinked slowly at Alcyona’s words, injured eyelid lagging a fraction of a second behind her good one. Bondage? Hadn’t she and the shopkeeper just explained that they were intended to prevent spellcasting? Or was this a joke—the inquisitor didn’t exactly have the most flamboyant sense of humour.

    “I’m not,” Zimo said in reply, with such drab matter-of-factness that one might have expected a tumbleweed to roll through the shop. “But if you’re willing to test out Smith’s new enchantment for me, I’ll let your brazen comment slide.” She let a beat pass. “Or you can keep it up and I’ll show you exactly how much of a sadist I can be.” Not a hint of flirtation resided in her voice as she said those last words, Zimo’s intent being more along the lines of intimidation. It would be no less fun to see the other zoran woman squirm under the words though, if they had any effect. If she was going to continue her unwelcome flirtation, she’d receive defiance in equal measure—at least until Zimo could pay Rost for his efforts and be on her way.

    “A jolt, eh?” Zimo repeated, turning to said shopkeeper. “Didn’t need to add that, but so long as it gets the job done.” Turning back to Alcyona, fretting with the cuffs, she continued. “Not to say I doubt Smith’s skills, but we might want to take this outside lest we burn the Iron Quill to the ground on accident. It’d lead to a metric shitton of paperwork nobody would want to deal with.” She motioned to the door, including Rost in the offer. He’d likely want to make sure she didn’t run off without paying him anyway, not that she would ever do so. “Once you’ve got those cuffs on, try to make a little fireball in your palm or something.” Unless something had gone wrong in the enchanting process, the bindings should either block or disperse the mage’s flow of magical energy, preventing spellcasting from taking place unless overloaded with an excessive amount of manna—as the wizzrobe had been able to do. At least, that was how the original enchantment worked. Rost’s modifications were perhaps different, and Zimo wasn’t one to dwell too much on technical knowledge outside of her expertise.
     
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    "Jolt is a side effect, they disperse any magic put through them and loop it through to reinforce the seal, causes a bit of a shock as it redirects the energy." The veteran scribe babbled on, not really expecting these zora women to understand the particulars of his craft.

    "I'm confident in my craftsmanship, but I'd rather not take any risks;"
    the blonde haired merchant noted, "so I'd prefer if the two of you would step outside before testing those." he explained nodding towards the shelves of highly flammable books, "This place wasn't exactly built to withstand catching fire."

    The old soldier tapped the counter with one finger. "Before you leave, payment. Zimo; Standard fee, 100 rupees, minus the usual order discount." Rost requested politely, “So the total on that is 70.” shifting his sapphire eyes from Zimo to Alcyona, the enchanter continued "And 20 rupees for the book, red." Rost explained, crossing his arms, “After that you ladies are free to go about your business.”
     
  20. Zimo handed over the requested rupees without issue. Rost was fair with his prices, and the thirty percent discount for the Order of Rauru was a fairly generous one. In any case, Zimo would be able to write off the purchase as a business expense and receive the seventy rupees back later. “Thanks for the good work Smith,” she said, a crooked grin crossing her charred lips.

    She hardly paid attention to the actual testing as it happened, satisfied that the enchanter had done his usual good job. The next time she encountered the foul wizzrobe Ridlef, she would be ready to deal with him. Unless, of course, Saint had already taken care of the bastard on her own.

    “Well, I’ll be off then Alcyona,” Zimo concluded when everything was said and done. “I should probably spend a few days with my family if I’m going to be stuck in town. Been neglecting them a bit lately, and Mom loves giving a guilt trip for stuff like that. Catch you around, alright?” And with that, the zoran inquisitor headed off on her own.
     

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