[X] Accept it (experimental division)
Ultimately, you really don't have a reason to turn down the contract. So you sign, and are immediately on a ship to Stormwind. You don't remember much of the trip aside from that honestly. You apparently get horribly seasick, and spend the entire trip feeling like you were dying. It's only when you are on dry land at your destination that you are able to recover and actually look around.
Stormwind is a big city that puts the little port town you were in to shame. It's just a bit intimidating, and you spend a few moments just looking around at everything.
Thus you almost miss Leon being lead off. The idiot reorients your attention with a hearty backslap though.
"I'll look ya up Wayland later." He states cheerily. "Get real famous so it's easy!"
"Soldier you aren't being paid to lollygag around!" The yell of a sergeant makes you both look. "Get your ass in line before I align it with my foot!"
You watch as your friend happily trots to stand with a half dozen other recruits, and smile stupidly at the sergeant. The resulting screaming fit from the man is almost epic to watch. Leon just stands there and nods. Eventually the smile goes away, and you are about to turn away when you catch the sergeant slamming his fist into Leon's stomach.
You wince just a bit. The result is about as you expect. Leon looking confused, and the sergeant looking even more confused. You restrain from smiling and look around for your contact. Leon's built like a stone wall, the sergent probably hurt his hand more than the teen.
You are found soon after Leon starts running to his place with the rest of the recruits.
"You are Wayland?" A stern looking woman looks at you over her glasses. "Bit young I see. You're slated to get into the experimental division."
"Yes'em." You stand at a sloppy sort of attention. She's a bit old, but you'd already call her more attractive than most of the others back home.
"You may refer to me as Ma'am." Her eyes flash, and you straighten just a bit more.
"Yes Ma'am." You have to refrain from mimicking the salutes you are seeing up and down the port.
"Better. I am officer Harding. You will be reporting to me." The woman turns and starts to walk, and you hurry to catch up. "Any issues, or setbacks will be reported to me immediately. The experimental division has a fair amount of latitude, but you are expected to keep me updated at all times."
You move to her side and nod. "Yes Ma'am."
"Now it says here you know how to work Mithril in dwarven techniques. I will therefore place you in workshop thirteen. It's currently empty, and has not been in use. You are one of four blacksmiths we have working. One is working on thorium processing, another standard enchantments, and the third is attempting to find better ways of processing our current resources." Officer Harding doesn't waste any time you see.
"You want me to work on mithril then?" You ask casually. "Gonna need a lot o' it."
"What I want is immaterial. It's what stormwind needs. We are still facing the orc threat from the swamps. Fell resistance is likely our best option, but that's a long term goal. You have a week to setup." Officer Harding pauses and looks you up and down. "You will be issues a set of uniforms that you will wear when in your workshop. You will keep them clean. You will keep your workshop clean."
You think you should be offended honestly, but you are a bit stuck on something else. "What're orcs, and Fell?"
That gets you a full stare, and you think Officer Harding is fighting back a headache. "Orcs are big green savages. Think trolls but wider. You do know what a troll is?"
You nod at that.
"Good. Orcs don't regenerate, but are roughly twice the size of a human. You can see one if you ever are called to meet King Llane. He has a civilized one as a companion." You see Officer Harding pause again. "For the love of light if that ever happens, let me know?"
"All right." You can agree with that. You have no idea how ta talk with a king anyway.
"You will also be issued a single person room in our officer quarters." Officer Harding switches subjects and starts walking again. "You will not have company overnight in this room. You will keep it quiet since there are several fellow officers on night shift."
"Sounds fine there." You keep pace with her, and try not to stare at the place too much.
"You will be paid monthly at the end of the month." The woman pauses here. "Since you have just moved in, let me know if you need an advance. Some of our recruits require this to get food."
"Got some money squared away. Though I don't know how much it will stretch. This place looks faancy." You whistle as you pass under a very nice looking white stone arch.
"The inn next to your quarters serves meals to specialists like you for a fair amount. It can be a bit bland by all accounts." Officer Harding shrugs and continues. "That is it for living arrangements. The only thing left I have to talk about is the standard budget you are given."
You think this is a serious topic as the Officer makes certain you are looking at her.
"You will requisition everything from me. If it matches your current project, and is within your budget, you will be allowed. You can buy materials from a supplier with personal funds, but you will not be reimbursed. You get a twenty percent discount from them. Remember that. If you need experimental materials, I will attempt to procure them." Officer Harding looms, and you try not to take a step back. "Do. Not. Abuse. This."
"Yes Ma'am." You squeak.
Officer Harding nods, and then turns smartly up to a large building. You see a lot of smokestacks here, and after a moment you can confirm what it is. It's a series of workshops. Fourteen in all. Yours is completely empty aside from the forge and anvil. No tools, or otherwise.
"Most specialists like to bring their own tools, but if you need some let me know. They won't be custom, but they will be servicable." Officer Harding nods at the room. "Get settled, and I will show you where your room is. I want a tentative project idea at the end of the week. Try to keep it at thirty gold or less." The last part is fairly dry, and you can't help but smile.
"Lemmie guess, you get a lot o' big ones?" You shrug out of your pack and get out your worn tools. No sense in carrying em around now.
"Specialist Swales is working on refinement. Her initial request totaled over a hundred gold." Officer Harding doesn't look particularly happy about that.
You give a whistle. "'K then, what was she doin', buying a few hundred bars of Thorium?"
"Good guess." Officer Harding turns away and begins to walk again.
"Wait, serious?" You run to catch up. "What sort o' daft idea is that. Thorium breaks if you don't do it right."
"But we don't know why." Your superior looks at you with a slightly surprised expression. "Now Thorium properties aren't that well known. Glad to know your evaluator hasn't exaggerated."
You smile just a bit. "Noticed that the forge didn't have a elemental put too."
"Elemental?" Officer Harding pauses and looks at you.
"Ya know, ta make singing metal melt?" You look at her and realize she has no idea what you are talking about. "How do ya make mithril melt?"
"Oh, we use an arcane array. Fairly easy to have a mage come in and setup something if we need it, but every blacksmith does it differently, so we wiped it when the place wasn't in use." Officer Harding turns to lead the way again. "You use an elemental? That's interesting. I wonder how it differentiates from arcane forging."
"Would have ta test it." You know that would take a fair amount of time actually.
"Well, a good first project for you then." Officer Harding leads you into a single story building with a lot of doors. There you get to a simple room, with a bed and not much else. "Your room. If you wish to move out, let me know your new address."
"Sounds good ta me." Seriously, you've never had a room for yourself.
"Also, one last thing." Your superiour hands you a badge. "Do not lose this. This is your ID. Have it visible whenever you are around this area. If you do not, then a guard will arrest you, and you will be put into jail until I personally come to get you out."
You gulp.
With that she leaves, and you look around. A room to yourself. That makes you pretty happy!
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Current living expenses: .3 per day.
Current workplace: Barren Workshop
You have one week to present a good first project.