Ronald
Renea Faure | The Oubliette

Sanding wood was a tedious job. It's repetitive nature took a toil on mind and body alike, and no one never got enough recognition for it. At least the pieces of the mechanism had begun to take shape. When lady Jeanne had mentionned that they would only need to build the prototypes, Renea had felt overjoyed, thinking they would get a large pay for an easy job.
Discovering just how many engine types the Lysses counted in their arsenal had quickly put an end to that notion. The House was obsessed with collecting such machines: catapults, scorpios, carroballistae, springalds... Each had at least several variations, all requiring a diferent mechanism to transport.

"You asked earlier if we were passionate about any kind of craft." She said to Linas. "Well, I could say I'm passionate about engineering. But I sure hate the menial work part. My father has no problem with it, he's been a lumberman all his life. I don't know if it's the same for my brother, but I often wish I was born in a position like lady Jeanne's: with enough money to make others build my dreams for me."
Jarod
Lei Linas | The Oubilette

Lei was busy in the front yard pulling together one of the prototypes along side Renea. When she answered his question from before he looked over at her and smiled. 

"Yes, It is a blessing to have such a strong position. It makes me wonder what kind of change I could have given if I were a noble man." He looked back at one of the partially constructed war carriages he was assembling, its weapons and parts lined up on the table beside it. "Maybe I would be creating my flying machines instead of these things." He sighed softly and shrugged his shoulders before looking back at her. "How about you? Do you have any ideas you want to see come to light?"
Ronald
Renea Faure | The Oubliette

"I like designing ships," She replied. "But I've never had the chance to work on a big project. The grand House controls all trade and keeps a tight rein on the lake dockyards. Building ports on the coastline is forbidden by a stupid law, and after the recent attack on the town of Vernisse, the Lysses have now the perfect excuse to keep enforcing it."
Jarod
Lei Linas | The Oubilette

The mention of ships got the young meister thinking about the ocean, sending shivers up his spine. 

"Ah... That's unfortunate." He hummed softly in thought and looked down. At the blueprints drawn on his journal. In contrast to her specialty Lei's inventions were either land locked or filled with bird inspired flying machines. 

"Perhaps in the future you can work on larger projects. Travelling to more tropical regions might open up more opportunities for you." He smiled over at her optimistically.
Ronald
Renea Faure | The Oubliette

The girl shuddered at the mention of the tropics.

"The Isles? No thanks. There is nothing there but scurvy-ridden pirates and mudhuts, oh, and also the swinepox. I'd rather endure under lady Jeanne than suffer tropical fevers."
Jarod
Lei Linas | The Oubilette

He smiled sheepishly at her reaction. "Well, I can tell you first hand that part of the region specifically is t very pleasant... Surely there are other parts of the tropics that are well off and much more sanitary. " He sighed softly and looked up at the blueprints with a smile. "I hope I can help their town in the future. Those people deserve to live without threat of drowning in mud every day. "
Ronald
Iago Malpertuis | The Oubliette

Their conversation was interrupted by the knight's arrival. His expression betrayed some unspoken concern.

"Have you seen Cardin?" He asked them. "Meister Verne told me he sent him to collect something here, but he hasn't come back. It's been a while."
Jarod
Lei Linas | The Oubilette

Seeing the knight approach then Lei looked up to greet him with a smile until he saw the brave knight's worried expression. Linas' smile faltered as he stood in preparation to address what might be wrong. 

Hearing of the news the young inventor's expression grew with equal concern. "Does Lucien know hes missing?" Lei glanced down towards the horse stables then back at Iago. "I'm going to go scout the area. Maybe he got lost in the woods." 

He looked over at the stables and felt his hand over the sheathed dagger he had on his hip. Even if there were no visible animals in that forest he was better safe than sorry.