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"I could probably do that, yeah. Fix him up with some munition plate while I work on the real thing. Assuming I get the go-ahead to use that much time and material, of course."
"That is correct, Princess." Rhian spoke more softly than typical for her, her voice losing some of it's characteristic roughness. "To what do we owe the pleasure of receiving you?"
"What exactly are you trying to imply there, huh?"
"I'd be more comfortable with my axe," Rhian grumbled. She'd worn the accursed dress of her own volition, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She needed to gather information, though, and potentially make allies, which meant playing the stupid little games of nobility.
"If any of you breathe a word about this, I'm going to use you to dye the next one of these the right color."
"Thanks. I wouldn't blame you if you changed your mind when the time came, though."
"This is going to hurt. A lot."
"Not exactly, no." She hacked another log in half with rather more vehemence than necessary, her axe embedding itself in the stump she was cutting on for a brief moment. "I've got a grudge to settle, is all. Someone took everything from me and I'm going to get it back. But I can't do that as some random nobody."
"Might be a chance to make my mark, though. If I come out standing near the top at the end of this then I can get somewhere instead of wandering around hoping for a chance to get what's mine."
"Yeah, that looks alright. A little big but I expected that. Chain'll restrict your movement more than plate like mine but it's a lot less effort to put on and wear around. And make. There's not much like full plate, but if you wanted that I'd need a few months and all your measurements. It'd feel better to move in, though."
"There's a lot going on. Not that it needs pointing out." She shrugs, and takes another chop. "I'm not exactly a political expert, but I can see things are starting to move. It's going to be hard to tell who's a friend going forward, I think." She sets up another log. "Unless you haven't noticed, somehow." Unlike her interactions with most, this holds little in the way of sarcastic bite. "It's not every day potential royalty and a lost Emblem show up in a room together. With things like that happening, I'm not about to stand and worry about how pretty-" she punctuates this with a third chop "-the wounds I leave in people are. Dead is dead."
