Chapter 2.6: Sledge

Chapter 2.6: Sledge

Sledge smelled like a combination of sweat and shaved wood. She stood as tall as Tresk, half the height of Theo, with pale brown skin with bright red frills on the side of her head. Her gray eyes were piercing, despite their dull color. The alchemist was taken aback by her appearance, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. It took his mind longer than hed care to admit catching up to the present, and he stammered for a moment.

Sledge. Yeah, I was expecting a Half-Ogre, Theo said.

Everyone does. Youre not special. Not even when youre the mayor. How come you havent come to give me your lavished greetings? Sending your lackeyswhat a shame, Sledge said.

I dont have an excuse, Theo said, trying not to laugh.

Sledge squinted at him, and it took everything inside him not to chuckle. She had all the mannerisms of the Half-Ogres, including the overblown bravado. Ive heard it all before. Take a shot, she said.

No, I mean, Theo said, knitting his brow. Its justwere you adopted by Half-Ogres?

I was, Sledge said, resuming her sawing. Theo noticed she was cutting through the wood far quicker than she should be able to, likely thanks to her cores. Folks took me in when no one else would. Too many mouths, theyd say. Whos laughing now! Everyone needs a good table.

So, you have woodworking cores? Theo asked.

Oh, mister bigshot. Coming to invest in my little old shop, Sledge said, narrowing her eyes. Yeah, Ive got cores. Good ones, too. Do I want an investment from you? Nope.

Theo didnt think it was possible for someone to have more sass than Tresk, but here she was. Covered in sawdust, wearing a tattered leather apron, and spitting in his face. As much as he wanted to be offended by her behavior, he couldnt bring himself to dislike her. She was a straight-shooter, saying whatever was at the front of her mind. This was honesty he could respect. He didnt even need his [Wisdom] to get a read on her. It was right out in the open.

I need to commission some work, Theo said, smiling.

Oh, Sledge said, moving away from the timber and leaving the handsaw where it was. Now youre speaking my language. This is a paying job, right? I take coin upfront.

Naturally, Theo said, waving her off. I need some barrels.

Barrels? I got a hundred barrels crowding my shop, Sledge said. Take your pick.

Specific barrels. They need to be made of Ogre Cypress. Watertight and banded, Theo said.

I can do that, Sledge said, nodding. How many do you need, how many unit capacity, blah blah.

Start with 1 200 unit barrel. I have a feeling Im missing something about this, Theo said.

One barrel, alright, Sledge said. Ogre Cypress is a pain to work with. Give me 2 silver and a few hours to work it out. Ill band it with copper.

Theo happily forked over 2 silver for the barrel, and Sledge took the money without hesitation. The Marshling had no more kind words to say to him, waving him off with a dismissive hand. He left, feeling a mixture of confusion and amusement. Something in his cores whispered a flaw in the barrels design, but he couldnt hear those voices clearly. It was something to be left to experimentation, the same reason he didnt order the 10 barrels he wanted.

Leaving Sledges place led him to the construction sites of the planned housing area. The grid pattern they created was great. Most of the cores were already planted in the ground, creating a delightful sight against the remaining crumbling homes. The wood in the hand-built homes was rotted through, revealing the interiors in some places. Each planted house had the same stone appearance on the outside, complete with slatted roofs. They all had different quirks, though. It was in the details that Theo found the character of the buildings.

It was easy to be proud of what theyd done so far. He moved off from that area after watching the laborers go about dismantling a home. The Marsh Wolf Tavern loomed in the distance through a sheet of spitting rain. The downpour calmed down, as it typically did nearing midday, giving Theo a break from the constant soaking wetness. He heard voices inside the tavern before pushing through the threshold, a voice faintly familiar. As he entered the musty building, he spotted Uharis leaning over the front counter.

Xam, the proprietor of the tavern, had a look of complete annoyance on her face. She rolled her eyes at every word the Archmage said, casting a desperate glare at the alchemist when he entered. She was shorter than most Half-Ogres, a head or so shorter than Luras, and had skin far darker than the others in town. It was closer to a dark brown than a red.

And with every breath I take, I swear to speak only your name, Uharis said, slurring his words. You are the midnight jewel of the swampI shall pluck you from these moist confines and elevate you.

Moist? Xam asked, a look of horror spreading across her face. Oh, hello Theo. I have some business to talk to you about.

But Im not done serenading you, Uharis said, frowning and almost slipping from the bar.

Theo moved to place a firm hand on the Archmages shoulder. I think its time for a nap.

A nap? A nap would be splendid, Uharis said, his face brightening. Ill let you get to your business, my midnight jewel. Farewell.

The Archmage turned on the spot, stumbled into a stack of chairs before eventually finding his way to the stairs. He missed as many steps as he hit, falling over himself repeatedly.

Gods, I thought hed never leave, Xam said, letting out a sigh of relief. Hes been wooing me for an hour.

Is he serious? Theo asked.

Thats my greatest fear, Xam said with a shiver. Sometimes I put on the charm to get more money from the outsiders, but this is too much.

Well, you might have invited the wrong guy into your heart, Theo said, smirking.

Hes been giving me tips, so I wont complain. Not yet, Xam said. Dont look at me like that. I know what Im doing. I just needed a break.

Fair enough, Theo said. How's business?

Since youve been holed up in that lab, things are going great, Xam said.

We did. Thanks to you, Ziz said, suddenly looking sheepish. I have a question.

Yeah?

Why? Out of all the things you could throw your gold at, why this? Ziz asked.

The other laborers in the workshop perked up, craning their heads to set their gaze on the alchemist. Hed seen this before, back on Earth. Even if he tried to push those memories down, they still lingered. People were desperate for work, typically doing hard labor for little more than rations. The truth Theo knew in his heart was that his charity washed away some of those feelings. It cleansed the image of ruined cities and starving people. It made him feel good. He was still making a tidy profit, some absurd amount of return on his investment that he couldnt calculate in his head.

Theo smiled. I could have just paid you a wage to work the quarry. But, Id have to feed it cores, check on you oftenno, I didnt have the time for that. Ive already made my investment back, and you owe me 10 percent on all sales. Fenian taught me something important a while ago. Its not about making the most amount of money now. Its about creating relationships that pay off in more ways than one.

You could just say youre nice, a laborer said, sending the group into fits of laughter.

He tries to hide that fact, Ziz said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

The wealth of the town is going to mean more than just one person holding all the coin, Theo said. Everyone Im setting up is going to become a force of mercantile power soon. Broken Tusk might call on her sons and daughters to face whatever problems we have in the future.

Well said, Ziz said. Were all more than happy to pitch in.

Theo took another look around the cramped interior of the workshop. It was hardly a good living situation. You should get some house seed cores up here, he said.

Were planning on it. A merchant came to town the other day, but he wanted an absurd amount of money for a few seeds, Ziz said. He left when he saw we werent so easy to fleece.

There was the dishonest merchant Theo had heard so much about. He was glad the people of the town had the good sense to drive them off, when needed. His intuition said this was going to happen more often, but he had to question that logic. If the roads were almost impassable, how was that going to happen?

The rain played across the roof of the workshop, filling it with a constant ringing sound. Theo had no idea how these men were able to sleep under such conditions, but shrugged it off. They could stay closer to the town if they neededthey had the funds. His mind drifted away from the concerns of the quarry, back to more immediate concerns. He looked at Zizs broad shoulders and smiled.

I have a favor to ask, Theo said.

Anything.

Theo withdrew a [River Clam Pearl] from his inventory and handed it over to the man. Ziz rolled it over in his fingers, shrugging after a moment. What do you want me to do with it?

Crush it, Theo said. Into a fine powder, if you could.

Ziz grinned, withdrawing a hammer from his belt. A thick slab of marble sat unworked on the far side of the room. The Half-Ogre placed a small section of cured leather on top, nestling the pearl there and drawing the hammer back for an overhead swing. His hammer came down quickly, crushing the pearl into dust in an instant. The ground shook from the force of the strike, but the slab of rock was unharmed.

You came to the right guy to crush something. Thats the one thing Im good at, Ziz said.

Theo nodded in agreement, approaching the crushed pearl. He licked his finger, placing it in the fine powder before placing it on his tongue. An electric sensation spread through his mouth, tingling his tongue and coating it with a layer of something. After a moment, the system produced a notification.

[Properties Discovery!]

Youve discovered an additional effect from the [River Clam Pearl] by eating it.

[Infuse] discovered.

The alchemists intuition shouted its approval. Even without the ability to inspect the property, he knew that would do the trick. He also doubted it was the intended use of the property, but it didnt matter. A detergent-style potion came to mind, something that could coat any material in a resistant layer. He produced all the pearls he had in his inventory, handing them over to the strong Half-Ogre and grinning.

Ziz happily crushed all the pearls into dust, and Theo was thankful they went into his inventory without a problem. The laborers all talked amongst themselves, mostly complaining about the rain while the work was being done. The Half-Ogre seemed proud of himself once hed finished, sticking his chest out and flexing his muscles.

When Theo went to say his farewells, Ziz stopped him. We have a bit of an issue, if youre willing to help.

Im always here to help, Theo said, smiling.

Of course. Well, let me show you the problem, Ziz said, gesturing to the door.

Theo followed him out into the rain, crossing the distance between he workshop and the quarry. A large square hole represented the section of stone theyd already removed. Glowing markers designated the bounds of the quarry on four sides, spanning 50 paces in every direction. As the alchemist peered down into the hole, he saw the problem. While the quarry was at an angle, the constant downpour filled it with water. He watched as it drained off on the low side of the hole, running in small waves across the rocky terrain.

Ah, thats a big problem, Theo said, scratching his head in confusion. A really big problem.

It drains out on its own, but it can take a few days, Ziz said. I was wondering if there was an alchemical solution to this. We thought about putting a roof over it, but the runoff up the mountain is bad.

A few things came to mind, but nothing completely formed. From his current list of ingredients, the [Flame] property from the [Fire Salamander Egg] might do the trick, the idea being to boil the water off rapidly. The [Manashrooms] also had the property [Freezing], which might cause more harm than good.

The thing that jumps to mind is a fire detergent that boils the water out, Theo said. [Withering] might do something, but Im unsure. It may just cause the water to become poisoned.

Whatever you can do, Ziz said. Just dont rush it. We can wait the rain out.

Theo nodded, giving his farewells with the intent to actually leave this time. He departed the operation and made his way down the steep incline of the hills. The smoke still billowed from Zankirs place, but the town seemed sleepy otherwise. The deluge outside was likely the cause, but the alchemist made his way back to Sledges place, anyway. He wanted to check on his latest project.