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.))

Comments

[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.