Inside the crate were various weapons and defensive armors that she had designed with secret technology certain parties had excavated from the ruins of Ground Zero in Talaz Lagaar. In other crates were several new models of her autonomous puppets that would be shipped to reinforce the mercenaries and sellswords in Mishiko's army. They were created to respond to the commands of Mishiko, and the only one capable and possessing of the knowledge to override these commands was herself. All in all it was the end result of several years of clever business and innovative research, and now it was on the verge of helping Mishiko accomplish her ambitions that could change the future of an entire country.
Then why, why could she not feel more? Why could she only think about the fame her inventions would garner her? How much profits she could make out of this in the future? Joya was her homeland, she should had been proud to help Mishiko, should had been happy that people would finally be freed from the tyranny of the shogun, and yet she felt... oddly calm. Eerily calm even.
One of the humanoid puppets at her side turned their head into her direction. On the surface one would have been forgiven for mistaking the puppet for a human. For it did really look like a young woman wearing a maid uniform. Kairaiko had chosen to let herself be accompanied by these particular puppets after Mishiko suggested that they were less likely to cause a commotion compared to her usual bodyguard. Not to mention their fashion seemed to fit in quite well with the stylish trends of Hargeon.
"Is something the matter Master?" The puppet inquired as she watched her creator's hand resting idly on her injured leg. The puppet at her other side turned her head in response, a look of concern on her face. "Do you require some rest Master?" To which Kairaiko shook her head lightly. "Nah I'm fine, just thinking."
Ugg, why did she make these servant puppets be so realistic in their programming, showing concern over the slightest thing... Heaving a sigh she couldn't help but wish she could call upon her usual companion, but for the time being he remained stationary in the nearby warehouse, lest he'd alarm the dockworkers with his imposing presence.
"Maybe once this shipment sets sail I will go and look for myself how Mi-chan's efforts are going in Joya." She mused idly as she turned her gaze sideways. She could see a stranger was looking at the docks as well, and just like her was... standing out quite strongly among the usual crowd of dockworkers, sailors and guards. In her case it was even more noticeable, after all not many would expect such a young lady to be bound to a wheelchair, or in fact to be a merchant!