Denied advanced weaponry right off the bat? At first she didn't understand why, but didn't question it. This man was a leader of a village from her stand point, it seemed he knew best. Though it was good that he was letting her do what she wanted pertaining to making a workshop. It wasn't that she wasn't going to make some toys for herself. So he wanted to introduce them to new things slowly? That was respectable, as shocking people with new things too quickly often resulted in catastrophe. That and if word got out that they had better weapons than this man's Lord, they might even be seen as a threat by their own people. Or she alone could be considered a threat, or even an asset and taken away by the King.<br/><br/>Not that she minded the idea of being taken to a city. The only problem was that cities often had epidemics due to so many people being in the same place, on top of people not having good hygiene. The very idea of getting the plague would make her nauseous, though she didn't make it apparent. It was just a thought, it wasn't reality. So she didn't seem to feel that she should get worked up over that.<br/><br/>When he spoke of her getting out of chores, she arched a brow and looked at him as he spoke. She however just nodded slightly when he said she wanted her to take care of the house. She could do that, though it seemed a rather simple request. She could laze around in the workshop she would create for herself after cleaning and cooking. It sounded like a good deal to her. She could finish reading her text books and testing her limits. The only problem was, these text books could only go so far.<br/><br/>She glanced down at her bag and let out a soft sigh. Each of these text books held a lot of knowledge which could be to her disposal. The only problem was they were high school level mathematics. Abide higher than that of the United States typical high school mathematics. It was much more challenging and much more to do. She understood most of it though, and the whole science textbook was a gold mine for the things she needed to know. Letting out a soft sigh she would look over at him as he had left her and made his way into the inn.<br/><br/>_________________<br/><br/>Whilst he had gone inside, Bria would have made her rounds around the village. It seemed as if the people whom had survived the raids were struggling to get by. They needed all the help they could get. She stared down at a child who was resting against a house which looked burnt out, and even had a collapsed ceiling. The kid looked genuinely alone, holding a straw doll in their hands, staring at it blankly. Her eyes squinted sympathetically, she knew the pain of loss.<br/><br/>She would approach burnt out or damaged homes and almost instantly restore them using her ability, of course giving them slight modifications against the weather and environment. It didn't seem as if she really needed the wood which they had harvest earlier, though she did use it to make extensions to some of the homes. She even used clay from underground and made stone slabs out of nearby rocks.<br/><br/>A handful of the boys from before were probably following her around, but she didn't really notice nor pay much attention. If they looked or listened closely, they'd hear music emanating from her ears. Little white wires were coming out of her blazer, connected to little ear phones which were tucked into her ears. The music was soft, gentle, yet cold. It was a depressing tune, bit it seemed that she worked at the same pace of the rhythm.<br/><br/>Small cracks in paint, broken window panes, everything seemed to be fixed almost immediately. Most if not all of the buildings would have been completely fixed within the next fifteen minutes as it took only mere seconds for a flawless restore. Once those restores were done she continued toward other sections of the village where some buildings were virtually untouched except for their broken doors or blood stains.<br/><br/>Coming across a building which was made with mostly stone, she blinked a few times. The stagnant smell of burnt impurities, she could tell it was a smithery. It smelled similar to that of a industrial warehouse where compressors and large machinery was built.<br/><br/>Waltzing inside she would look over broken tools, weapons, and makeshift armor. There was even some armor from bandits left around all bloody. It seemed some of the enemies had been killed and looted. Letting out a soft sigh, she would begin cleaning each weapon individually with her ability. Restoring broken blades, mending the armor, making it more effective. She even added some effects to the forge for some needed improvements for deoxidizing iron to make steel.<br/><br/>Leaving the smithery, she would continue to walk along the dirt road of the village, paving it with makeshift tiles of clay from materials beneath the ground and lining it with loose pebbles and stones. As she was doing this, she was just walking around aimlessly. Fixing, mending and sometimes just adding to things. This would probably be the first time anyone in the village had seen clay garden gnomes or a pink flamingos.