Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

((OOC: Please tag your top-levels with the appropriate week and day.))

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Week 5, Tuesday

[cleansewithfire]

[ Later in the day, Sunrise is knocking on Faith's door again when her rummaging through the workshop doesn't turn up with anything useful. ]

[shieldof]

[Faith is less obviously busy as she answers the door this time, a book under one arm.]

Lady Sunrise, good afternoon.

[As good as it can be, anyway.]

What can I do for you?

[cleansewithfire]

Good afternoon, Ms. Faith. Do you have anything that can be used as an anvil?

[ SUNRISE, ]

[shieldof]

Oh- hm.

[She blinks, taken aback just a moment.]

How large do you need it to be?

[or just considering logistics, one of those.]

[cleansewithfire]

Large enough I can work a blade the length of a shortsword.

[ She gestures with her hands to give a rough idea of the dimensions. ]

[shieldof]

Hm- one moment.

[She sets down the book, moving over to the workshop side of the office. She opens a few drawers, rummaging, and-]

[Well, she's kind of levitating it out with her wand, not pulling it out- cause that's definitely an anvil that's too large and heavy for the drawer, for a few reasons.]

Will this suit your needs?

[cleansewithfire]

[ Faith gets to see Sunrise light up. ]

That will work well. How do you keep it in a drawer?

[shieldof]

Oh- it's a spatial enchantment. The drawers are dimensionally transcendental.

[cleansewithfire]

[ Sunrise does not actually understand most of those words, but, ]

So cool...

[shieldof]

Oh- thank you. It was quite the satisfying bit of magic to perfect.

[cleansewithfire]

I am not knowledgeable about magic, but I think you must have been clever and hardworking to be able to do that.

[shieldof]

Thank you, it was. Quite a lot of hard work, I must admit.

[she's not happy at being praised shut up]

But, ah. The anvil. Where do you need it, your project outside?

[cleansewithfire]

[ Sunrise thinks Faith should accept the praise. It is earned! ]

Yes, near the pit Mr. Gaius and I dug.

[shieldof]

I see-

[She does some quick mental calculation.]

[Then carefully levitates the anvil to the floor before conjuring a pair of the small, translucent mannequin-constructs she used to scout the workshop after the explosion.]

When you are ready, Lady Sunrise.