Less than a minute after curfew started Allen heard feet tapping in the hallway, before she got up to lock it, her door swung open and a boy no older than fifteen sneaked into her room.
Not missing a beat she barked "get out", making the boy jump and latching to the doorknob like holding onto his dear life, "get the hell out of my room", she ordered the tearing boy again, not buying into his display of theatrical stress.
Hanging on in his shivers and finally he started begging, "please miss they sold me to the Kobold", eyes streaming with no control, "the Kobold will flay me to death", dropping to the floor.
Not knowing who The Kobold was Allen still knew trouble when it looked her in the eye seconds after breaking a law, "go hide somewhere else kid, I don't care about any of that", using a firm no nonsense voice to push the trouble off her floor, he skittered out when she stood up and made a motion every Player knew that would draw a melee one handed weapon from an inventory.
Not bothering to look out and just latching and locking the door while hearing some faint cries and a smack from the hallway.
Allen finally went to sleep finding her peace of mind elusive, tossing through nightmares of clawed hands, hers and other's, of times when she was a NPC and had recreational time to play as kobolds and peasants, waking with thoughts whether her life now were any different, she was still in the game, giving quests and working for Player's entertainment, what did she want from her life?
Morning brought no reapite from her mind, images of scales and snake eyes lingering long into her walk to the workshop where she finished assembling of the multiplier she struggled so hard yesterday, the final touch was a bit of game magic, putting the tool on the table before her and opening its character sheet with her enhanced interface, fiddling with the tension and force numbers was the easy part, maximising the tool before the next step, even now it could rip through most metals in the game but to work on her armor she would need a littile extra umph.
Working backwards from the rhetorical process, starting by naming it Dragon Spider Spinning Spanner and proceeded with allocating fifty gold to credits at ten credits per minute of holding and three credits per cut, chuckling at the thought of how the NPC request would be worded, knowing she was manipulating both the system and real people she didn't care as much since the job itself wasn't hard and the danger mostly minimal she just used the Dragon code word to warn away any real players who might try to evolve her tool beyond it's required parameters.
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While waiting for confirmation on the first tool she started assembling another just like it, this one named Spanning Spinning Spider Dragon, and allocating the same resources to entice another prisoner to work for her.
Knowing it could take up to a few days before someone who recieved the prompt picked it up and got bound to the contract she hung the leg armor as before and used the spanners as they were to start breaking it up, without the power ups of the complete set it was easy to pick all the rivets and insets apart, storing the jewels used for the spell network and communication devices for a later use and putting all the little bits in labled boxes she made with some tools in the shop she finally started to pick apart the large sheets of heavy armor when suddenly the spanner in her hand convulsed and what required most of her strength just to hold and slightly dent the metal was sheard through with no effort at all.
Testing Dragon she found it still didn't have an assigned user but Spanner gave her hope with how quick it was filled.
Now able to start doing some of the heavier work she took the leg armor apart in minutes and found it was past the time to eat lunch.
Exiting her workshop to the bustling courtyard was like shifting between one reality and another, people running, lifting, bending, there were about two men for every woman in the yard which surprised her, expexting to see a much larger discrepancy in the numbers, leaving through the gatehouse and passing the bored guard with no questions asked, she cut through an unmapped area in the town as a logical link between the market and business area, adding more pieces to the puzzle that was the town layout as she only had a few lines drawn and a mistery about why she couldn't see behind the wall from her perch atop the hill.
Looking up at the fort in the center of town she decided to go there on another day, maybe she could buy maps for the whole area and save her time getting lost in some closed off alley.
Finding the market unchanged from yesterday she bought some fresh dumplings advertised to taste better than in the real world, they weren't different than either memory from before though she knew the game relayed taste by layers of code relating to individual memory so it shouldn't have surprised her that when expecting something to taste like dumplings it actually did.
Back through another part of the town she passed a Player guildhouse that was actually quite hidden as a sort of book shop and library for eccentric book seekers, the guard at the counter was an obvious Player, wearing a robe made specifically to not draw attention and if Allen didn't know what to look for she would never have guessed he wasn't Local.
In her workshop she started working on the mangled remains of her wing armor, so little of it was still attached to the joints it only took minutes of agony in her soul to add a few scraps of metal to the inventory.
The tail armor was split to three sections and they barely had any jewels, just hundreds of joints taking hours to process, at the end of the day she was left with the chest armor and needed a bigger space if she didn't want to crawl through ceiling beams before taking enough of it apart to actually work on it.
In the dormitory someone was following her to the room so she toom a sharp turn into one of the corridors and let them get past her.