Amaco watched as he inspected her drawing. He was smiling at first, but when he looked closer he seemed surprised. Mac tucked her hair behind her ear and waited patiently as he inspected her artwork. She had spent a while on this specific piece. She wanted it to be perfect. Ever since Forest had given her this job a few months back, she had been designing a very intricate blade to fulfill her duties.
Soon enough Rooke looked up at her and began speaking. He asked her the purpose, and how she intended to pay. “Yes, of course Rooke, my apologies,” she corrected herself. “It is a gift for someone dear to my thoughts,” For the lovely Princess, she thought as a smile spread across her face. “For a very special occasion.” Her death. She softened her eyes and looked at the drawing again. For quite some time now she had been imagining slitting the Princess’s throat, or cutting out her heart, with something just as beautiful and exotic as the Princess herself. Amaco thought it would bring a little irony to the situation. And who didn’t enjoy irony? Amaco reached into her pocket and pulled out a pouch full of gold. She gingerly placed it in Rooke’s hand. “I believe there is enough there to cover the price the weapon given the circumstances,” she stated, reaching into her pocket once again to retrieve a slightly smaller coin sack. “And this,” she placed it next to the first bag, “Should be enough to prioritize my weapon over what should come next to your business.” She was speaking carefully now. She didn’t have much gold with her, but this was the most important so naturally this is where she was going to put her money. Should she need something more she knew she’d be able to nick a gold piece here or there without raising suspicion. Besides, she was the navigator and she was earning her stay and meal on board so what more would she need to buy?
As she considered this she looked out on the water, wondering when they would set sail. The water was peaceful, and she thought she might like being on a ship. She hadn’t spent an extended amount of time on a ship before, but the sea had never bothered her. She was a strong swimmer, but being in the water was the last thing she wanted to do. As far as she was concerned, a werecat had no business in the water unless there was a large transportation craft made of wood separating them. After Rooke inspected the coins, Amaco smiled at him. “So do we have a deal?” She asked, then added, “And if it’s for some reason not enough, I will pay you the rest when I receive the blade finished to perfection."