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There's nobody here to make weapons.
[Blunt, void of feeling, and crisp. She doesn't even drum her fingers on the counter beside the open book.]
Winry's gone too.
[One more dart.]
If you want to work here, there's room.
[As long as you leave her alone and don't ask about interviews.]
--
[Those interested in purchasing her wares, picking up things they asked for, or unpleasant conversation with Raven the eternally grumpy, can find her in the smithy in the morning through midafternoon, and then in the cafe, trying and failing to sort out what she's supposed to do with an art club it pains her to attend.]
[Blunt, void of feeling, and crisp. She doesn't even drum her fingers on the counter beside the open book.]
Winry's gone too.
[One more dart.]
If you want to work here, there's room.
[As long as you leave her alone and don't ask about interviews.]
--
[Those interested in purchasing her wares, picking up things they asked for, or unpleasant conversation with Raven the eternally grumpy, can find her in the smithy in the morning through midafternoon, and then in the cafe, trying and failing to sort out what she's supposed to do with an art club it pains her to attend.]
