All the same, it was a way to pay the bills, so she packed up her lunch and headed out from the guild to pick up the job. The lad running the place seemed pretty skilled given the craftsmanship on display, and after a quick chat, the idea seemed to be that he genuinely just needed a temporary extra hand on the cheap. “Hey I mean if you’re paying for it. What exactly you expecting of me?”
“Oh well my assistant will be doing the finer work, but to keep the flow of things going he’ll be laying out the work on the anvil for you, and you just gotta hammer it as he turns it with his instruction. Sound good? I imagine a young mage like you isn’t used to ‘hands on’ work like this.”
Mia quirked her brow, looking down over herself. The tank top she’d worn today doing little to hide the effort she puts into her body. She’d even say she was a lot bulkier than most babes, given a majority of mages tended to somehow develop hourglass figures no matter what, with smooth curves rather than the muscle she built. With a smirk, she crossed her arms, chin rising with confidence.
“Think I can handle it.”
WC 291