Feb 01 00:27:41 107 PA - Discussion and the Nut and Bolt

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Wed Feb 01 00:27:41 107 PA.

The Nut and Bolt is a mechanic's hangout, catering specifically to those who spend the day's working hours with hands and minds buried within machines. It is a large place, with a broad central area on the ground floor that is surrounded on three sides by an upper floor that is open in the middle. This allows the patrons in the floor above to see the activity on the floor and main stage. The entire decor bears a decidedly industrial style. To this end the stairs that lead to the upper floor are metal mesh with an aluminum side rail, the floor in these upper sections being the same sort of industrial metal mesh. Black and white caution stripes are applied liberally as decorations and the drinks are served in glasses that have the appearance of having once been casings for mechanical parts. The tables and chairs of the place have been likewise made from crude steel but are padded and comfortable. A variety of seats are available in all different sizes to suit the body shapes of the bar's wide variety of visitors. The main bar itself has been made from the bent leg of a UAR-1 Enforcer Robot. The upper portion of it has been worked to a flat surface and polished, with the rest of it left as it was the day that it was severed. No effort has been made to disguise the Coalition markings upon the limb, or that it seems to have been severed just beneath the hip by the detonation of a plasma warhead. Other bits of robotic decoration hang about, seemingly having come from the same robot. Indeed, the machine's right arm is suspended by cables from the ceiling -- it's armoured fist closed around the handle of a giant sized beer mug. The main stage is usually populated by a grunge band of some sorts and the population of the bar is a diverse smattering of many races -- from Elves to Men. Occupation wise they seem vary from factory workers to techno-wizards. A grunge techno-rock band, complete with pink mohawks and shotgun guitars is playing 'metallic noise' on the stage.

Erica is sitting at the bar again this time at the end of the bar near the joint of the robotic leg. She has a beer in front of her and is sitting with her head braced in her hands. She seems to be staring ahead of her into space and only occasionally sipping on her cold lager. She seems to be ignoring everything around her.

Nemain slips in as someone else is heading out. She blinks, "Ohh, excuse me." she murmurs as she takes a step back to allow them to pass. Her blue eyes sweeping the bar looking for anyone familiar. Finally spotting Erica where she's ignoring the world she starts over that way. Her expression showing she's not exactly certain of her welcome.

Erica lifts her head up from her hands to take another sip of her beer. She takes the opportunity to look around briefly making her notice the approach of a familiar woman. Spotting Nemain approach she offers the other woman a soft little smile of familiarity and welcome. "Hello there Nemain. Another night at Nut and Bolt?"

Nemain chuckles soflty as she moves the rest of the way to the bar and shrugs. "It was too quiet at my place." A stool down from ERica is where she chooses to settle. The barkeep sliding a dark colored drink down to her before she can even order.

Erica turns around on her barstool to face Nemain. "I can understand that. My place is pretty quiet as well, and not very homey." She shrugs her shoulders quickly as she grabs her beer off of the robotic leg that serves as the bar and takes a sip from the bottle. "So how is work coming along?" Erica asks idly.

Bartholemew enters the club shaking off the outdoors snow from his coat and boots. Draping his coat over his shoulder he makes his way toward the bar finding himself a seat a couple stools down from Nemain. "A beer." he orders from the barender, glancing over the happenings of the place as he awaits his order that returns quite quickly.

Nemain eyes the drink dubiously for a moment. Then lifts it to sniff. "Work is going alright. A bit of a bacllog since they put out the flier advertising. Though I'm kinda surpised it was that tame. Other advertisements I've seen for hte place seemed flashier." A small sip of the drink is taken. From her expression it probably tastes something akin to a solvent bath used too many times.

Erica nods her head and offers Nemain another quick smile. "Well that must be nice to be busy at least. I have a hard time keeping busy sometimes." She shrugs her shoulder again before taking another sip of her drink. Spotting Bartholemew sitting down at the bar she looks over Nemains shoulder briefly. "Well I think a lot of people have been looking for work to be done. I guess these things just come in waves.

Bartholemew picks up his beer when it comes taking a long swig giving a satisfied grin as he sets it back on the bar. He looks down the bar hearing the familiar voice and raises his beer to Erica. "If your looking for work try RBJ's. They been doin a good job for me and John. Ain't gonna get rich off it, but it'll keep ya goin for the time bein. I've heard good jobs come out of it sometimes."

Nemain glances back and forth betwene hte two as she seems to be the pickle in the middle. "Really? What sort of place is this RBJ's? Sometimes it just feels good to get out of the shop for a bit." She glances back to Erica and forces a smile. "It's fun until the eye strain sets in. Can only stare at the fine wires and crystls for so long in a day."

Erica thinks about it for a moment before shrugging her shoulders again. "I'm not sure. I don't think I know what that place is." She says after thinking about it. "Well make sure you get some glasses or something so that you don't strain your eyes. And also make sure your workshop is well lit, but I am sure you know all about that already." She tells Nemain before taking a sip of her beer.

Bartholemew gives a friendly nod and smile to Nemain with a raise of his beer in greeting, "Merc work. My last job was patrolling the farmlands outside the city. Not alot of pay, but pays the rent for now. It's right across the street from here. If your into that type of work check it out. Tell em John and Bart sent ya. What kind of work do ya do..um..I don't believe we've met. My friends call me Bart."

Nemain turns back to Bart and offers a small smile. "It is nice to meet you Bart. Currently I'm working at the Draconic Secret as a TW tech. HAven;t tried much in the way of merc work. Not many had the abilities to use what I have bene making for the past few years."

"Maybe I'll go and check it out. The problem with merc work is that a lot of it can be unsavory." Erica says after thinking about it for a moment. "But I might just look there." She takes another swig from her beer before gesturing to the bartender for another bottle.

Bartholemew swigs down some more of his beer with a nod, agreeing with Erica. "Well gotta be willing to take the tough jobs for the good money. Unsavory or not. Money is money, plain and simple."

Nemain mulls over what she's hearing and nods. Seems that the anything for a buck mentality might not be forgiegn among the wizardy types too."

Erica shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head. "Well I'm not willing to do anything just for some credits. I am not that hard up for credits that is for sure." She gives the bartender a quick smile as she gets her new bottle of beer.

Bartholemew chuckles softly, "So your one of those principled types, have to have a good cause. Me, I'm a soldier. Pay me and I'll follow orders. The only thing I won't fight for, is for the Coalition. The only good Dead Boy is a dead Dead Boy."

Nemain mms and nods slightly. "There is nothing wrong with fighting for a cause. It seems that one of your's is the making of Dead Boys deader still, correct?" She glances to Erica and shrugs, "From what I heard in teh rumor mongers it is not until your name is known that you get to pick and choose your assignments. Just how you handle them, no?"

Erica laughs softly and nods her head. "I guess I am. I'm not just going to take credits to do anything." She turns to regard Nemain for a moment before taking a drink from her bottle of beer. "Well I have to trun down jobs and pick those that I will do. Doesn't make for a great way to make credits, but I get by. I certainly won't comprimise my principles for credits. I don't care what anyone says."

Bartholemew nods in agreement to Nemain. Finishing his beer sliding it to the edge of the bar for another. A broad smile to Nemain, "You got it doll. unless you got a name, you get what you get. That's how you make a name for yourself. An I guess your right, I kinda do have a cause. i'll still fight for whoever has the credits though for the most part."

Nemain eyes her drink again as she tries to figure out just what it was that she was given. She finally turns to the barkeep. "What is it?" she asks. He just chuckles, "Jawa Juice, I think was that the guy who asked for it called it. I thought it looked like something you might want to experience. Might help you learn some proper technical skills, pretty."

Erica takes a moment to look at Nemain's drink curiously. "Huh. How does it taste?" She asks before taking a sip of her own drink. "Well I have done some jobs. Some good ones too. I helped rescue Alistair, and likely I'll be helping out with this rogue dragon. Maybe." She pauses for a moment to consider what she will say next. "I would rather be poor and have no name then do something that I might regret doing."

Bartholemew shrugs, "Guess I've been lucky so far. Ain't done anything I regret yet. most of what I've done though has been against the Coalition so no worries. Only since moving here have I taken things outside that." He looks over to Nemain talking to the bartender, "Did you even order that? Sounds like something a borg would drink." he gives a little chuckle.

Nemain offers the glass to Erica to taste if she wants to. The liquid inside is dark as pitch and small more than a little like something drained from a reactor core. "No, it was delievered to me when I sat down. I didn't order it, but then again I usually don't order drinks. They often times show up on their own."

Erica picks up the drink that Nemain offered to her. She gives it a sniff and then takes a sip of it. She gives a little wince but she doesn't cough. "Well that isn't too bad. Very strong stuff though." She sets the drink inbetween Nemain and Erica in case the other woman wants some of it. "That must be horrible having to drink for free." She says with a little giggle in her voice.

Bartholemew chuckles, "Coulda got you something you would like. Your choice at least. Guess you can't be too choosy though not payin for it an all." picking up his own new beer and taking a good swallow.

Nemain shrus slightly and manages to blush a little. "It can be interesting. Usually I do stick to the lighter stuff though. Too much of the good stuff and I can't cast to save my life."

"Fair enough. I guess I'm lucky I don't have to worry about casting." Erica says with a quick wink and a little giggle in her voice. She swirls her beer around in her bottle idly before taking another sip of her drink. "Although I don't know what your worried about casting at a bar. Sounds a bit silly."

Bartholemew just shakes his head, "Must be tough bein a wizzy chick." he jokes. To Erica he jokes, "Maybe that how she gets the drinks in the first place. Some fancy enchantment on all the men in the place." he laughs in self amusment downing a good portion of his beer.

Nemain waggles her brows as she turns in her seat to lean back against the bar. The jawa juice getting lifted for another small sip. Her nose wrinkling at the flavor as she swallows that sip. "It does have a taste that lingers a bit. But, no. I didn't cast anything coming in."

Erica flashes Nemain a quick smile as the other woman sips on that strong juice. "Yah it is pretty strong. I think it could be used as fuel in someone's engine." She giggles a bit softly to herself at her own joke and turns her chair around to face both Nemain and Bart.

Bartholemew grins getting up from his stool and walking to stand between both Nemain and Erica. "You mentioned making things that no one could use yet." talking to Nemain, "Like what kinds of things? Weapons? Tools?"

Nemain hmms softly as she craddles the drink between her hands. "I have worked on vehicles, weapons and armor mostly. Yes, some can be charged up for a person. But until recently I didn't really have access to a lot of storage batteries to install." She eyes Bart, "Why are you looking for magical upgrades?"

Erica watches Bart walk inbetween Nemain and herself and shrugs her shoulders slightly. She takes a long drink from her beer as she listens in to the conversation. "lots of cool things I'm sure she can do. Just not much I can use."

Bartholemew shrugs, "Never really thought about it. Don't think I would know the first thing about using one. Could use some optics type device, but doubt I have the credits right now." looking to Erica, "Were you ever able to get with Cel? I really want in on that hunt. Even willing to hook you up with a finders fee based on my percentage if any."

Nemain blinks slightly, "What sort of hunt? And as for optics. There are several ways to do them. The most common for those not very mystical is to pick up a better sight. I can install it for you, if you want. I'm working up a price right now for Erica here to do some upgrading to one of her rifles."

Erica smiles slightly at the mention of optics. "Yah I could use some new optics as well. I have Nemain working on some custom grips for me." She swirls her beer around before nodding. "Yah I talked to Cel. She said she would talk to anyone who wanted in. I mentioned that you were interested. She just said to get a hold of her." Looking around Bart she nods to Nemain. "There is a rogue dragon going around destroying herds and just being a nasty bastard. So there is a hunt getting together."

Bartholemew is not in the way, just standing sorta between the ladies, picture a triangle with each person being a point. "Kewl kewl, Thanks. Where she usually found?" keeping it simple letting her tell about the dragon to Nemain.

Nemain ohhs and frowns at that. "What sort of dragon? I know the boss would be interested in collecting any blood that could be salvaged. As well as other parts, I'm sure." She sets the drink aside as she frowns in thought. "Who all is involved in this?"

Erica thinks about it a moment before answering Bartholemew's question. "Well I find her in the park most often I guess." She shrugs her shoulders quickly at Nemain's question. "Well so far I haven't been able to find out much. I know it is long and snaky like so that rules out a couple types I think. Cel is the one organizing the hunt so you would have to ask her as to who is involved. I've been trying to gain some intelligence but so far with limited luck."

Bartholemew nods taking another swig of beer remaining quiet to listen to what Erica has to say for now about the hunt.

Nemain nods and hmms, "I do not know how much help I could be. But I should at least offer my help. If Cel is the same as Celaeno, then I have met her once already and am working on quotes for her as well."

"Yah they are the same person. Just most people call her Cel. I'm sure you could be of help or at least help out with equipment maybe." Erica leans against the bar as she studies her half full beer for a moment before taking a sip of it again.

Bartholemew nods agreeing with Erica, "Yeah, even if you could loan out equipment for the hunt. It would be a great help, dragons aren't an easy target from what I've heard. Never went up against one before though."

Nemain purses her lips as she mulls over what equipment she has access to and even what of herse she could loan out to others. "I would have to run it past the boss. Most of my equpiment was left with the Academy as it wasn't really mine, but training tools and loaners to be worked on and fixed."

"Well not like I can use any of that equipment. I just need to hope that my laser rifle will work against the dragon." Erica gnaws on her lower lip for a moment before adding. "I hope to get a heavy weapon at some point, but can't afford it quite yet."

Bartholemew looks to Erica, "Are you familiar with handling heavy weapons? I have one that is more effective with a team than by yourself. CR1 Rocket Launcher, two man crew can fire off quicker than one."

Nemain hmms softly as she shakes her head. "What about the weapons manufacturer in town? Do they not do product testing? I could think of few better to test out the weapons than mercs." She nods to Bart's statement as well. "There is that too."

Erica nods her head quickly. "Yah sure am. Plasma ejectors, railguns, and particle beam weapons etc. I can do the rocket launcher as well." Turning her head to Nemain she shrugs her shoulders. "Well the gunnery allows you to test their weapons out. I think there is a couple weapon manufacturers in town. Like Newton tech. But all those weapons are exotic and require skills that I don't have."

Bartholemew smiles, "Then work with me till my missles are gone or the dragon is dead. Then I can hop on my skycycle and go solo from there and you can go to taking pot shot with your rifle. I don't have that many missles left. I'm hoping this pays off enough to reload."

Nemain hmms and shrugs slightly, "It was a thought. Woudln't be the first time to run across one that was looking for testers. Soemtimes they will even teach you the use of the weapons for a small fee." She shrugs eloquently, "But it sounds like you have a better offer anyway."

Erica laughs softly to herself as she shrugs. "Well my thoughts were out flying the dragon with my jetpack and taking shots with my rifle, or going in with my vibroblade if he turned out not to be vunerable to lasers, but maybe that would work. We'll see." Turning to Nemain she nods her head. "Oh sure. Lots of weapons people sponser merc teams, or sometimes loan out weaponry. But I think you would have to have more of a reputation for that to happen. But never hurts to ask. Good idea Nemain."

Bartholemew chuckles, "Hell we slay a dragon our names are bound to get around, but I think I will look into that idea as well. Maybe get some test missle to try out for shits and giggles. I'm not looking to get into hand to hand with a dragon."

Nemain nods to that. "It is a sound idea. I was tempted to go asking if they needed someone to help convert for a TW side line. But well, I'm not so certain they would like that idea." Her hands folding as she grins, "I'd think going tow to toe with a dragon might be a little hard on the health. Even with magically enhanced armor.

Erica laughs again and shakes her head. "Well hopefully there is a lot of us and we can quickly overwhelm the dragon before it gets a chance to do too much damage to us all." She say with a smirk before taking a long drink of her beer. "That sounds like a good idea Nemain. You should ask them. I mean the worse they can do is say no to you."

Bartholemew chuckles finishing up his beer, "You have the looks, charm them into a few toys to play with." Smiling to both, "Well ladies, I need to head out for my patrol. Its been fun."

Nemain colors rather nicely at the compliment. ""I could try. But I am uncertain what they would let me play with and my own weapons skills are a bit lacking." To the point of fact about the only weapon anyone has sene her with was her pistol.

Erica raise her beer and gestures to Bart with it as he gets ready to leave. "Hope to see you around Bart. At the hunt maybe." She gives him a quick nod of her head before turning back to Nemain. "Well what do you want to do? Are you wanting to start off on your own or do you want to keep working for a company? I guess I could help show you how to use some weapons."

Bartholemew grins at Nemain, "Play it off. Use your charm and they prolly won't even notice you have no idea. Something low cut would clinch it. Well see ya." with that he heads towards the door putting on his warm coat.

Nemain's eyes go round at Bart's suggestions. "I-I think h-he wanted me to dress as a tar... ohh.. he devious. It could work. But hmmm..." She glances over to Erica and shrugs, "I'm happy right now with working for someone else. At least while I build up my own library and stores. It really is hard to start off fresh from the Academy. You leave with only a little bit more than you started with. In my case my armor with the modifications I managed. My bike with it's booster. And the rifle I converted over."

Erica rolls her eyes and shakes her head at Bart's suggestion. "Jeez she is a working girl not some gold digger. You can get the job just with your talents I'm sure." She shakes her head again before taking a drink of her beer and gesturing to the bartender for another one as she finishes it up. "Well I imagine it would take quite a bit of capital as well as equipment if you wanted to start off on your own. What kind of rifle is it? Does it do any crazy tricks?" She asks with a slight grin and a wink. "You'll get a lot quickly I am sure. You said you were already swamped with work didn't you?"

Nemain chuckles softly, "Erica, I think he was talking about getting weapons for free. And it's jsut a converted rifle. Means I use me as a rather prettier version of an E-clip. And I can probably manage a few more shots than even a long e-clip." She cants her head as she turns back around to face the bar and the remains of her drink. "Yeah, it is a bit spendy to set up shop. But it is not a bad thing to work under someone for a while. Sometimes it's even a pleasure to do that."

Erica shrugs her shoulders quickly as she adopts a bit of a meek smile. "Sorry I'm just used to Bart saying some very rude and inappropriate things. I guess I get a little defensive when he is around." She giggles a little bit as she pays for her next beer. Taking a drink from her beer she relaxes against the robotic leg. "Well that must be nice. Save lots of credits not having to recharge your clips after all? You sure get a pretty big advantage with that." Nodding her head slowly she thinks about what Nemain said for a moment before commenting. "Yah and can be a lot less stressful then trying to run your own shop and dealing with everything that entails."

Nemain nods slightly. "More shots, I think slightly less damage as it's convereted over to telekenetic energies instead of lasers or particle beams."

Erica gnaws on her lower lip as she thinks about it. "But I bet your rifle isn't effected by the magic that makes my lasers useless." She offers half heartedly. "That seems like even more of an advantage."

Nemain hmms softly, "Think of it more like a rail gun instead of a laser. It is the punch of force that does the trick for both." She lifts her glass again and sips. "Just now wondering if I should offer my help."

"Unfortunatly I'm not quite strong enough to use a rail gun even with my strength enhancing armor. So I have to rely on energy rather then force." Erica says with a shrug of her shoulders. "Help with what? The dragon hunt?"

Nemain shrugs, "Perhaps. Though it would probably only be as the likes of a quartermaster or something non-front line."

Erica shakes her head slightly. "That is important. An army is only as good as it's support after all. So don't diss the help that, that would provide."

Nemain offers a wink, "I don't think anyone knows where the creatures is yet anyway. Perhaps I will talk to Cel about helping." She shrugs and grins. "IT couldn't hurt. Though I do suggest you talk to the weapons people. I'm not thinking hte Armory is going to be willing to part with much."

Erica returns Nemain's wink with a wink of her own. "Well talk to Cel and see what she has to say. It of course couldn't hurt." She takes a sip of her beer and puts her elbows on the large robotic leg. "I'll go ahead and talk to them, but I don't know what they might loan me. I do have some very good weapons already. But we will see."

Nemain shrugs, "I don't know what all you have. The piece you brought into the shop was a nice one already, yes."

Erica nods her head slowly as she sets her beer back on the bar. "Well I have a Wilks 557 Variable frequency laser rifle. It is capable of a very nasty pulse. I guess that is my most damaging piece so far. It is at least as damaging as a small plasma ejector." She shrugs her shoulders again as she gives Nemain a little wink. "But I can not recharge it just by force of will unfortunately."

Nemain snorts softly, "That could be fixed for a price." She pulls out a small piece of paper, laying it on hte counter and writes something out quickly, leaving a line at the botton. "Here you go, sign this and it'll all be better.. But.. ah.. could you sign it in blood, please?"

Erica laughs softly as she shakes her head slowly with a small grin on her face. "I do not think that I have the kind of force of will you have." She picks up the piece of paper and reads it. "Oh and what will happen when I sign this with my blood? Will you own me heart and soul?"

Nemain shakes her head, "No, the heart goes to feed... ERm.. Nothing much. Not much at all, honestly."

Erica giggles again as she shrugs her shoulder. "Alright do you have a pen then to prick my finger?" She says teasingly as she picks up her beer and takes a long drink from it.

Nemain just eyes you and produces a quill pen. "Certainly do. Though I don't have a knife that wouldn't take your finger clean off."

Erica takes the quill pen and toys with it for a moment. "Well I think maybe this isn't such a good idea. I hardly know you, and while I don't know much about magic. You might be able to do horrible things to me." She giggles again and lays the pen on top of the piece of paper. "As much as I would like ultimate power it might corrupt me something terrible." She give Nemain a quick little wink again.

Nemain nods to that as she reaches over to crumple up the note and pen as well. "Probably wise of you not to sign contracts in blood for anyone who can wield power. They could yes, do nasty things to you. Rip your soul out, eat your heart. Or eat your soul and rip out your heart as well."

Nemain sticks her tongue out at Erica. "I'm far from teh master of all things arcane, silly." She glances at her drink and sighs, "Want to finish this off? It's a little strong for me."

Erica giggles at that tongue and gives Nemain another little wink. "Sure I can finish it off if you want. Anything you would like to drink?" She asks as she reaches over and grabs the strong liquor and takes a small sip of it.

Nemain shakes her head slightly, "No, infact I think I need to sit here for a few and just let the vapors rise out of me. I've overdone it a touch I think."

Erica nods her own head as she reaches out and pats Nemain on the shoulder. "Not to worry. I am sure you will recover quickly. Drink some water perhaps. Luckily this is the better part of town so you shouldn't have any problem."

Nemain chuckles softly as she turns to the barkeep, "One water please? The juice has flushed my senses. I could almost dance about now and that is something no-one wants to see." She mmms softly, "I would love a game of chest..erm.. chess even."

Erica offers Nemain an encouraging smile as the bartender brings over a glass of water. "Oh you play chess? I've never played before. Maybe some day you will be able to teach me?" She says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Nemain chuckles, "Learned from my father. Pop's was wicked mean when it came to his game. Of course we used to play with live ammo and had to be careful when you were slamming a piece down that you didn't hit a detonator."

Erica laughs heartedly at the fact Nemain played with ammo. "Well yes I could see that as a problem. So do you still play with ammo? Or do you have a regular board now?" She asks after her laughter has died down She picks up Nemain's former drink and slams the rest of it down and makes a little weezing noise. "Wow."

Nemain sighs, "I still have the same board. But new pieces. A parting gift from my uncle. He wouldn't let me play with ammo nor with all the gems he kept around as foci thing and foci that."

Erica shakes her head back and forth to regain her senses after that shot. She blinks before turning back to Nemain. "Well yes I imagine he wouldn't want the gems lost afterall. Well maybe like I said you will get a chance to teach me the game sometime."

Nemain inclines her head. "Perhaps I could teach you some times. I've been waiting for a nice blustery storm to lock me in somewhere to teach it to some folk and maybe get a game or two in."

"Well we will see what happens when such a storm comes." Erica says as she sits back relaxing letting the liquor run through her. She lets out a little sigh of pleasure. "What other hobbies do you have?"

Nemain chuckles softly between sips of her water. "You mean besides teasing, tormenting and getting lost in my work? I love to tinker."

Erica's lips curl into a soft smile as she nods her head and taps her fingers on the robotic leg. "I know a man back in the defense force. He was from some place called NGR. He used to build and make the most amazing devices. I was quite close to him. He ended up giving me his armor and jetpack."

Nemain ohhs softly, "NGR, hmm? And that must have bene very, very close to get that much form him. Unless it was in his will."

Erica giggles softly and nods her head. "Oh yes we were quite close. He taught me so much while I was in the defense force. He taught me how to shoot. But he gave me the quipment because he no longer had use for it. He was mostly in the shop doing work fixing up equipment for Lazlo."

Nemain ahhs softly, "Paid in the more genteel fashion. I've run into a few."

Erica lips turn into a frown. "What do you mean by that? We never did anything. He has just a teacher and a friend."

Nemain holds up a hand to forstall that. "I didn't say you paid for it on your back. More of an inheritance."

Erica's frown turns into a quick smile. "Oh ok yah. It was like a bit of an inheritance. He was very kind obviously to give me so much." She shrugs her shoulders quickly as she nods her head. "I just hope I can put them to good use and make him proud one day."

Nemain hmms softly, "That sounds almost as if he has died. Much as I hope to my my pop's proud some day as well. And I know he's gone. Got to see them put him in the ground."

Erica gnaws on her lower lip for a moment before she shrugs her shoulders. "He was getting on in age, but I do not know if he died. He was pretty well last time I saw him. How about you did your uncle teach you a lot of things? I saw the Academy once or twice looked like a wonderful place."

Nemain sighs, "Uncle and I did not see eye to eye. He was more of the traditional mystical based mage. I'm not. Plus, I'm not certain he liked having me dumped on him when Pop's died."

Erica frowns slightly as she gnaws on her lower lip. "Oh I am sorry. Well at least he helped you out. Nice of him to let you stay I guess." She stand up and pays up her tab. "Well I would like to talk more, but I'm afraid I need to get going. Nice talking to you." She says before heading for the door.