Eleven

[pendantry]

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.]

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[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.]

Comments

[yourhatred]

[Itachi takes his ring back also, returning it to his finger.

Payment. That's not something discussed often in Luceti. Still, he supposed they could always find things to offer her - as little as there is to barter with in the village in general.]

[pendantry]

The payment isn't important. [With no money and nowhere to spend it if there was money, Raven isn't as concerned about trying to make enough to survive.]

[deathsdoctor]

Alright. [Free it is, then. Excellent.] Then, thank you again. Is there anything else we should go over?

[yourhatred]

[Itachi nodded to her in thanks as well, then backed away just a little so that the two of them could complete their business.]