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"That certainly sounds satisfactory. Are you sure you don't want anything to drink? Well, anyways, you know what you're doing. As far as it goes, i'm not concerned with the details. Make it happen and i'll keep you funded. The golems don't have to be anything overly impressive, just impressive enough." He smiled and took a final swallow of the contents of his glass container. "I'm sure you know how to handle this sort of thing. Frankly, i'll probably just be getting in the way, right?" Of course, the look on his face was more conspiratorial than that; in essence, he had just given him quite a bit of free reign in power in this project, power that could be abused, and they probably both knew it. While he feigned incompetence in the matter, a simple look into his eyes showed he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Anyways, with that unsightly business out of the way, how are you doing yourself? Times are certainly interesting, and assets are hardly safe anymore. Have any of your holdings been struck by the rebels?"

"That's good news, good news indeed. I'd hate to hear you were a victim in this sordid mess." He steepled his fingers together as he regarded him curiously. "If the rebels are allowed to continue doing as they please, the city will crumble, that much is for certain. It doesn't help that our late leader is currently not among the living. Luckily enough, it seems there is someone ready to fill in his shoes. What do you think of her?" He never said the name- he didn't have to.

(Actually, she's active. sweatdrop )

"Ah, of course, of course. Well, my opinions are fairly neutral as of this moment. I've yet to have a chance to speak with her at the moment. Hopefully the ensuing conversation will be quite enlightening. Perhaps she is best to throw in with, rather than make enemies with anyone else? Certainly, there are some who would see siding with anyone as a threat to themselves. Well, what can you do?" He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I suppose I shouldn't waste your time with this idle chit chat. You are a busy man, after all. I have nothing else of importance to say, but you're welcome to enjoy my hospitality as long as you like."

"Thank you for indulging me. Safe journeys home, my man." He stood as his guest went to leave, inclining his head slightly. When it came right down to it, his ulterior motives there were almost non existant- he really did want those golems. That would be helpful enough to him, he didn't need to go about with cloak and dagger quite yet. Maybe not at all.

Raserei had left his room a while back, to go pick up a makeshift weapon from the armory. These weapons were hand-me-downs for the most part, discarded by various mercenaries in favor of new ones. This didn't mean they were bad weapons; on the contrary, they were all quite good, some made by the blacksmiths of the Soldner clan itself. It was just that there were better weapons. They were all practical; no designs or decorations, just pure practicality. The Soldner clan was a painfully practical group, and none of them cared for decoration or looking nice.

That being said, the inside of the Gothic esque looking building was about as well lighted as a building without windows or magical lighting was going to get; not very well. There were torches and lamps hung up on walls and the like, a few braziers here and there, but the lighting of the place almost made it seem all the more gloomy. There were patches that seemed very dark, contrasted by the fires that burned with a fierce orange glow. Also, just about everywhere someone looked, they'd see one thing; the ominous, black and red standard of the Soldner clan.

The inward appearance of the building having been gone over, Raserei looked about at the weapons on racks and simply piled on the floor here. Very few of the weapons were swords.

The average Soldner was taught how each type of weapon functioned and how each type of weapon was advantegeous over others, and, quite frankly, the sword wasn't as effective a weapon as most people thought. It was easy to master, sure, but it put little of it's weight behind it's striking blade, making it practically impossible to get through armor with, and it was, contrary to popular belief, not much lighter than other weapons. About all of the Soldners that had used swords and sparred with users of other weapons of the same rank lost time and time again, and as such quickly discarded the swords for more suitable weapons.

It wasn't suprising that the signature weapon of the Soldner clan was the axe. The axe was simply an extremely effective weapon. It put all of it's weight behind the cutting blade, making it able to cut through defences with ease, and it wasn't very heavy. In fact, most axes were lighter than swords; the majority of an axe was wood anyway. To Raserei, there was little more to look for in a weapon; swift and powerful at the same time. The axe was much harder to master than the sword, of course, being less balanced. Maybe that was the reason behind it's popularity.

That all aside, Raserei began rummaging through the weapons, looking for one that would suit his needs. Whenever he came to a sword, he naturally tossed it off to the side without glancing at it. He hefted several weapons, testing them out, until he came to a rather large maul. It was an extremely large and heavy weapon, with a battered and battle-scarred iron head and a thick, hickory haft. Hickory was a popular material in making hafts for weapons, as it was able to withstand shock quite well. Not as good as lignumviti, but still good.

Inspecting the weapon, he noted what looked like skull fragments partially embedded into the impact areas on the iron head. It was apparent that the previous user was quite strong and about as large as Raserei, as the maul fit him well. Swinging it once, he was satisfied with how it handled, and left the armory.

Oxidous, a trained stealth assassin sauntered(sp?) out of the shadows behind the shop. He had been searching for the royale that had captured the Magi's leader. Oxidous was an avant attender to the Magi assassin's guild and had many unimaginable skills.
"Damnit...Where could that pesky royale be?..."