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[18:59] "I'll be sure to. See 'er now and then. Try to keep in touch." Though really she had to almost admire the Sirenian's utter nonchalance. He rolled along through life like the river's steady course.

"Ya ain't mind then?...

Hell. Might get a lil' work here done if ya ain't."

At the very least she could get something started. From her belongings she takes out a dark, black cloak and a wad of something eye-irritatingly white and soft.

"Get orders in now n' then. Try to make good time on 'em."
(Katrin)
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[18:59] "Not goin' t' repeat myself." Really they didn't seem to have any problem with Katrin doing whatever they felt like around them, "Just don't go litterin' too bad here if'n ya' start puttin' things together here." Looking around the area around them, his eyes locked onto the few bottles that hadn't been cleaned up earlier.

Really, lately he started to keep his living space cleaner rather then dirty as it once was.

"I'm halted on what I've been workin' on, goin' t' try and find the last piece I need, don't b' askin' me what it is though."
(Auxis)
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[18:59] "Keep it tidy like my own."

The artificer nods, miming zipping her lip on the matter of her being welcome or not. Then her hands set to work. Nimble fingers start pulling the wad of fuzz- fur, actually- out into thread. It needed spinning to be woven in, after all.

Then, with a she takes from her multitude of tools, she starts sewing the strangely enchanted, pearly fur into the lining of the cloak in her lap.

Psssh. Sewing? Women's work? Work that got her paid regardless.

"Can't just go leadin' with that and not give details. S'cruel, y'know," she drawls wearily with a little laugh. "But I get it. Secrecy for what we do can be important."

Whether the 'we' meant artificers or something else was nebulous.

"Hope it shakes out for ya though."
(Katrin)
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[18:59] After having messed with the shiny stone in their hand for long enough, the Sirenian decided to finally stuff it into one of his cloak pockets. In which he deposited it, before taking out a different much tinier version of it. What they were, he didn't speak on it, just like how he didn't even look over to watch Katrin work.

"It's how it is, can't be talkin' about stuff I'm still workin' on and not fully certain on."
(Auxis)
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[18:59] She sews the fur lining into the cloak quite handily, back in her element with her labor. It felt good. Especially after her last project.

"I getchya," she remarks, tucking away the needle once the stitching work is done. "Don't gotta' tell me twice yourself."

Next comes a lump of Nyeshk she heats in her hands. It's tedious work mostly. Mindless, as she snips off tiny, tiny pieces from the hunk of dark ore. Each one gets rolled into a ring.

"Actually. Now that I'm here, I'm curious. Ever thought about doin' merc work?"
(Katrin)
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[18:59] "Not somethin', I really care t' do, unless it's got somethin' that I'll care for involved, which doesn't include coin."

"I find coin welcome, but it's nothin' when compared t' basically everything else, ye' know?" Zero interest could be found in his voice towards coin in general, as already he just spent all the coin he had on lootboxes.

"Merc work is just somethin', that would have more then likely no interest for someone like myself." A pause was taken, a small chuckle sounding.

"Maybe."

Briefly it seemed he questioned his own words, only to break away and not speak on the matter anymore.
(Auxis)
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[18:59] "Coin's really just a means to an end at the end of the day."

Money could do a lot. And it symbolized just as much. Power. Status. Not that there wasn't appeal for her in its simple wait or its luster.

There's a dry chuckle at his 'maybe'.

"Keep that in mind the. I keep runnin' a foul of things here and there. I've had to consider. Alternatives."

Likewise, she does not say much more as she finishes up a few more of the tiny Nyeshk rings.

"...But. I think that's enough mind numbin' drudgery and chatter for me."

The worst of the work was done anyhow. All the tedious parts that came with making something fairly mundane. The artificer goes about the process of packing up her things all over again into their respective pockets.

"Take care of yourself now. Y'hear?"
(Katrin)

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