"Vaan, you shouldn't keep doing that!"

"I know, I know, but this is what the soldiers took from us, right? It's rightfully ours, so we should take it back!"

"Penelo's right, Vaan. You cannot keep doing this, they'll find you and put you in Nalbina, for goodness sake!"

"Oh no, not you too, Michelle! What did Penelo do to you?!"

"No, seriously. If they put you in Nalbina, who would be there to protect us two girls, and all the other orphans?"

There was silence.

Then, Vaan sighed. "Alright, alright. I promise you, this is the last time I'll be stealing stuff." He said, resigning to his fate as common sense took over.

I gave Vaan a small smile, as Penelo spoke again. "Make sure you don't steal again, Vaan. We're trusting on you, you know?"

Vaan nodded his head, and glanced at Penelo, then the sky, watching as a ship flew above our heads.

"Oh, I just remembered... Migelo needed you for something, I'm not sure what. You should probably drop by his place." I said.

"Oh, Migelo needed something? That reminds me, I should be getting back to my chores too. Tata!" Penelo said, cheerfully, as she waved goodbye to the two of us. I watched Penelo, jogging to the Sandsea, her figure slowly becoming a tiny dot.

Vaan grimaced. "You know, I hate doing chores for Migelo. It's so.. Little. I want to fly high, one day, and be a sky pirate! I want to fight monsters and bounty hunters, and meet fellow sky pirates as well."

I sighed, folding my arms. "Vaan, if you want to be something big, then you should start from small." I said slowly, my mind itself too, taking in the information I was feeding Vaan. He wasn't the only one that needed it. I looked to Vaan for a moment, watching as he pondered over the sentence for awhile. Then, I continued, "You should hurry. Migelo said it was something about the feast tonight."

Vaan nodded his head, as he turned behind, and jogged off to Migelo's place.

When the two had left, I finally sighed as I reminded myself what I was supposed to do.

Clean weapons in the store...

I rolled my eyes at that thought, as I hurriedly jogged to the weaponry, where Gudlarson was waiting.

"Michelle! Where have you been?" He barked, as I flinched. Without even waiting for me to answer, Gudlarson hurried on. "I need to you tend to the store for awhile. I'm going out to get some goods. Oh, you're supposed to clean the weapons and tend the store. Make sure that nothing gets stolen." He shot at me, as he walked out of the weaponry.

Ugh. Gudlarson's an idiot." I muttered to myself, as I walked up to the counter, grabbing a piece of cloth, as I took off my knee length, black leather coat, revealing my white vest and my black, leather pants. Both sleeves were to my elbow, and it was tight and kind of frilly. The sleeves met my gloves, which were white leather. The part where the sleeves met the shoulder were fluffy, and it ventured on to the chest area, where it dipped down to form a V shape. The buttons were a classy white, and it was like a corset, though not as tight. It was just nice, enough, to show off the figure that I had. The vest was not a full vest though. It ended, just as it touched the top of my stomach, leaving my midriff exposed.

I had on, black leather pants that were tight also, and it had a silver chain that linked from one of the front weapon belt hoops, to one of the back weapon belt hoops that I had on, slung around my waist. My weapon belt was currently empty. My boots were made of light steel, which was actually pretty rare. My hair, wasn't long, nor was it super short. It reached my neck, and it was a maroonish red. I love my hair, though. Most of the time, like now, I had on a white bandana that was wrapped around my head, to keep my hair out of my face.

I soaked the piece of cloth in a bucket of water, as I ventured to the area where they held the long spears. The spears were made of the finest, carved wood that was smooth to the touch. It didn't cut into your skin, but the sharp metal of the spears definitely did. Then, I looked around the shop. Nobody was here, good. I grabbed one out, as I held it in my hands. It fit perfectly into my palm, as I twirled it around in one hand. I stopped it, though, as I spotted a flicker of black dirt, on the wood. I furrowed my eyebrows, as I wiped it off with one clean motion, using my cloth. Then, I sliced it through the air, hearing the sound of the quick i swoosh /i . It was like music to my ears.

I spun around, now with the spear clutched in my two hands. I wasn't a fool, I knew how to handle a spear perfectly, after all those 15 years in the weaponry and those secret trainings with myself when Gudlarson wasn't around. I also knew how to handle a dagger, a sword, a bow, a gun and a staff, but I felt more attracted to spears than the rest. You could say that I was skilled, but keep the secret well. Nobody else really knows about this secret; including Penelo and Vaan.

Just then, I was caught offguard on the middle of a quick jab. The door opened. My eyes widened, as I quickly replaced the spear back into it's place and continued to clean it, acting as if it was done cleaning, and with that, I walked to the counter, my eyes glancing to the Hume and the Viera, who had walked into the shop together.

"So, this is the famous weaponry that Guddy owns, huh?"

I quirked an eyebrow, as I choked down my laughter. Guddy? Gudlarson?!

"If you're looking for Gudlarson, he just stepped out of the store." I said, as the two looked at me.

"Oh now, who is this? It doesn't seem like good 'ol Guddy to hire people." The man said, his lips curving to form a smirk.

I ignored his comment, as I said, "How may I help you?"

The Viera, who was quiet all this while, finally opened her mouth. "We need our weapons sharpened and checked for defaults."

I nodded my head, my voice becoming firm. This was business, I knew it. It wasn't time to fool around. "Sure thing. I'll do that for you. If I can just see your weapon, then I'll determine how long I'll take and how much it cost...?" I said, quirking my head to the side, like in a question.

Both nodded their head, as the man began placing several guns on the table. My eyes widened, as I recognized them as high-end quality guns. The Viera then placed two bows on the table. I eyed them, lifting the guns first. It was in an okay-okay condition, but it wasn't in it's best as well. There was one gun, though. It was totally smashed, like a spear had been smashed into it's side, forming a deep hole, and then pulled out. I then examined the bow, noticing that there were several scratches and some claw marks... My curiosity heightened, but I quickly shoved them away.

"It'll be done in around forty-five minutes. For the bows, it'll cost you 15 gil and for the guns, 75 gil because of this one..." I said, as I motioned to the smashed gun.

The man nodded his head, as the Viera spoke. "We'll be back then. We'll pay later, when we retrieve our weapons back."

I nodded my head in affirmation, as I proceeded to work.

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When the duo returned, all three guns were polished and shined, and bullets were inserted. It was in a perfect condition, and I knew this had to be one of the best jobs I have done so far. The bows were also polished and shined, and they were gleaming.

The man looked impress, as he approached the counter, lifting one gun from the table and inspecting it. "I'll have to say.. Good job done."

The Viera nodded her head. "I agree, this is really a good job done."

The man placed 110 gil on the table, and I quirked an eyebrow.

"Take the 20 gil as a tip." He said.

I nodded my head, cracking a smile as I inserted 90 gil into the cash register, and 20 gil into my own personal purse.

I looked up, just enough to catch the two walking out of the store. The man turned behind, and said, "Oh, by the way. When ol' Guddy comes back, tell him that Balthier and Fran dropped for a visit."

"Consider it done." I said, as the two walked out of the weaponry.

'Balthier... Fran.' The two names lingered in my head, as I grabbed the piece of cloth, and continued to clean the equipment.