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She watched the smith quietly as he hurried about, barking orders at those around him. She needed a new sword anyways. So, she’d come up with a small order. Of course, even if she said small, she meant absolutely massive. She wanted one of every kind of weapon she could think of. She needed to start practicing with all of them so that she could become an actual weapons master. That was going to be one of the biggest draws of her new idea. She was putting in some major work to get everything set up, from coming up with the draw of the organization to what would be offered. Everything would be resting on her ability to teach classes though. She could always get some competent employees, but the point of this at the end of the day was to have someone who could teach a true mastery over weaponry. And maybe also a couple of lessons about basic human decency to make sure none of the protégées decided to abuse their new knowledge. Of course, the ever-looming fear of the fact she was running this combined with the easy to submit contract jobs would hopefully be enough to derail any would-be crime lords.

She looked down the list of what she had somehow convinced the smith to make. She wondered how she'd convinced him of it and how in the name of all the immortals it was cheaper than it should have been. The half-breed was rather well known though. Her mind instantly jumped to the marketing opportunities of being able to say a hero was using one of your weapons and then it made a jarring about of sense as to why he'd agree to the list... the long and painful list that only got longer and longer the more they talked. It was almost like he was trying to convince her to buy more weapons... more of his product. Oh, how she wanted to slap herself for not realizing sooner.

The entire list comprised of Mastercraft weapons, as high a quality as manageable.

A Spring Loaded Dagger
A Tamo Dagger set(2)
A Sai set(2)
A Swordbreaker
A Cane Sword
A Three Section Staff
A Reaper Scythe
A Lace
A War Axe
A War Hammer
A War Sledge
A Spiked Flail
A Short Bow
A Long Bow
A Cross Bow
A Javelin
25 Throwing Daggers
And a Chain Sickle


The only reason she wasn't chastising herself is that she kept reminding herself it was for the sake of the business. But, there was the small part in the back of her mind that greedily cheered at the thought of all the new weapons to play with. She wondered when weapons became like toys or candy to her. At the end, it only cost 3168 golden nels, not a fraction of what she'd managed to save. She'd also tossed in 160 arrows and 160 crossbow bolts which had added on an extra 16gn to her total, leaving it 3184.

She’d already concluded she wanted to interact with charities long before she realized it was a good marketing tactic. Part of that came with offering practice weapons to those who couldn't afford them. And considering how crime-ridden Etzos was she wasn’t bound to be short for work any time soon. She had the money to spare. Even if she somehow managed to run out of contract jobs, there was always training. The only potential drawback of any of this was the fact the half-breed had not the slightest trace of a clue how to run a business, and now she was going to have to learn how to be a good teacher on top of being a good manager.

Her logic in deciding to order every weapon under the sun while she was getting ready instead of wooden swords? She was going to need actual weapons for practice. While she could give sticks to children, there was a certain point where you stopped being able to learn without understanding the heft of the weapon and how it moved. And that was something a little harder to do when you were using wood, there were few ways to emulate steel. On top of that, she didn’t like the idea of using practice weapons. It was so much easier to use a real one and wail on a dummy or an educated partner. Using a fake weapon taught bad form thanks to the difference in feeling. She would encourage people to bring their own weapons, ones they would be fighting with for some time. But on the off chance that wasn’t possible, she wanted to have something on hand to use instead. Which meant ordering every master-crafted weapon she could convince the smith to give her. She needed a variety.

The second method to her madness, in this case, was observed. She wanted to watch how the owner worked. Not how he worked the smith, more so how he worked his assistant and how he himself operated. Inspiration one might call it for an aspiring businesswoman. She needed to learn as much as she possibly could within the shortest amount of time she could manage, no questions asked. So, the entire season her goal was to quietly observe the other business owners of the city. It would be difficult, but observing her own workplace had done her a little good. She was certain this would help her in the end.

She watched the smith working alone, the assistant simply taking his orders. She was caught a little off guard for a moment before she realized why he wasn’t working as well. She’d ordered the best quality possible with a great emphasis on the word quality. By that logic, an apprentice shouldn’t be allowed to work on the product. Night thought about this for a moment. If she was going to be offering classes then someone who she easily outranked in sword skills shouldn’t be teaching a master class instead of she.

She nodded quietly to herself as she continued to watch in silence. The apprentice worked quickly and efficiently as he followed all the direct orders of the smith. She wasn’t partial to the yelling but then again this was a different place. You wouldn’t expect cartographers to be screeching at each other, but over the cries of metal a smith would find it useful to yell.

She would need to consider finding some employees soon. She had a couple ideas based off some of the people she’d met within the season, but she wasn’t certain how quickly she’d be able to start getting people on board. She’d need to get the business set up first after all. On top of that, she’d need to think about who she’d be bringing on and why. Her first instinct was just to find a bunch of people who were good with a variety of weaponry. Ah, that wouldn’t be wise though, now would it?

If she was going to do this right then she needed more than just a bunch of people who could deal out death in a heartbeat. She’d need a doctor at some point incase someone got hurt while training. She was trying to learn some basic medical skills not that long ago, but it would be wonderful to have a proper doctor. She needed more tutors who specialized in things that weren’t swords, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth if she found someone who was. She’d always need more workers for contract jobs. She paused for a moment, thinking a little harder. It might pay to have someone who didn’t have any combat experience at all. Someone she could pay to get the name out there more. Someone she could also pay to keep an eye on the bandits in the area. She felt guilty at the thought, but she wanted to bring on someone she could train into a spy. A spy willing to keep eyes on not just the city but the woods, figure out the bandits and see why there was suddenly an increase in activity. She dreaded what she might discover... The only reason she could think of was forming a coalition, and that thought sent shivers wreathing all the way up and down her body. She would pay good money to anyone who could start filling in the details her nature kept her unaware of.

Then again, all of this was a far-off fever dream if she couldn’t even get the business off the ground. “Your order isn’t going to be done for a while yet. As in a lot of trials. You can leave,” the smith grunted. Ah, she must have looked like she was waiting for her order to be done.

Oh, no! That’s not it. I was just… watching you work. I’ve always been interested in smithing,” she said with a small nervous laugh. Not a lie, but not the reason she was staying. The Smith gave her a strange look as he seemed to size her up and try to judge if she was lying or not. She just smiled. He shrugged with a huff, seeming to accept the logic.

Just don’t go opening no smithy. I don’t want any more competition,” he growled quietly. That… was something she hadn’t even thought about when she’d first thought up this little idea. She didn’t think about the competition that would come with it. Of course, it’d be hard for anyone to get a leg up on her when it came to teaching sword classes. She was one of the fiercest swordswomen in all Etzos, if not the very best, though you’d never hear her try and claim the title. Just because she didn’t have competition with her classes though, didn’t mean she wouldn’t have competition elsewhere. Mercenaries would become the bane of her existence. None of them, nor the bounty hunters, would be very happy.

She could think up a way around it. Perhaps offering some sort of ‘alliance’ so to speak with those she trusted? Not actually bringing them on as workers but offering them jobs. A bit like the master of her favorite tavern setting aside certain jobs for the mercenaries she adored the most. She hadn’t walked into that building in a while. It might be a good place to look for workers. Then again, mercenaries weren’t the type to quickly nor willingly start working with other people. It would be hard trying to convince them to work with her let alone for her. Pulling teeth was the best explanation she could offer.

Every day she learned more about this little idea. And every day she realized just how much harder it was going to be on her. She sighed heavily as she realized she wasn’t anywhere near to being done with the prep work. It would hopefully all be worth it at the end of the day, but that didn’t stop her from groaning and dreading all of it. This painfully slow slog towards getting things set up. It was a lovely, lovely little experience.

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Knowledge
Skill
Business Management: Having weapons on hand for classes
Business Management: Having a quality product
Business Management: Different workplaces hold different standards
Business Management: A variety of jobs not always relating to the business main purpose
Business Management: Competition
Deception: Half-truths about how interested you are

Non-Skill

Loot: A Spring Loaded Dagger
A Tamo Dagger set(2)
A Sai set(2)
A Swordbreaker
A Cane Sword
A Three Section Staff
A Reaper Scythe
A Lace
A War Axe
A War Hammer
A War Sledge
A Spiked Flail
A Short Bow
A Long Bow
A Cross Bow
A Javelin
25 Throwing Daggers
And a Chain Sickle
160 Arrows
160 Crossbow Bolts

-3184 GN
Injuries: N/A
Renown: N/A

Points 10

Comments: Holy shiiiiiiit, that's a lot of stuff. Also, open that smithy, make that guy run out of business. Feck heem.
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