54th of Ash, 4621
Thoroughly wrapped in his furs, as well as some stretch of Tarpaulin that he would have used as Shelter if not for his encounter with Edward, Arkash ventured into the frozen midday. It did well to retain the warmth in his bones as he marched through the wintry streets of Westfalen with the human shortly behind him, and the motion also helped to keep him warm, but not forever.
Soon enough, they arrived at the foundry; a large, intimidating facility of cut stone bricks, a corrugated metal roof, several massive chimneys of billowing black smoke, and tall, barred, single-pane windows. The snow that surrounded the facility was grey with ash and soot, and the churning of Artificed machines could be heard from where they stood, muffled by the hold of the fortress-like walls. As they passed by the large double doors that acted as the foundry's entrance, the warmth of the forge bled through the cracks, tangible on their skin and clothes.
"Ova' 'ere, Mucka'," Arkash spoke with a lean of his head to the side of the facility and shrugged. His hands remained hidden in his pockets, along with most of his scales to retain as much warmth as possible.
The way he lead the human was through some trodden snow, where a lot of it had been shoveled for the sake of travel. Wagon wheels and hoofprints were also apparent in the lining of the shoveled path that led there, and wound all the way to the back of the facility. He kept close to the wall as he proceeded through the mounds of shoveled snow, along that long, flat, stretch of factory and ash, all the way to the rear face of the facility.
There, he nodded a bow of his head in the direction of a couple of overhangs, large ugly boxes that seemed to stick out from the wall. The faces of those boxes were difficult to see from their angle.
"We's at th' docks," Arkash explained with a nod of his head in the direction of those overhangs. Quickly, he exposed his claws and used them to push his muzzle into the neck of his fur shirt as a means of recycling the heat he lost with his speech. "Big ole' waguns poll up 'ere six times a deh, an' we load 'em up wiv crates a' bulle's, rifles, pistols, everyfink." he explained with a nod and turned his whole body to look at the human from where he stood.
"We's gonna use 'ew'a wagun to roll up, 'ave the 'ollows an' nameless load up th' wagon, then be on owa' merry weh." he explained very roughly, squinting with a slight waddle of his head. "Well, sorta... There's some nuance an' details we gotta figa' out firs', but i's othawise foolproof," His gaze stayed fixed on the human while he allowed the skeleton of the plan to sink in.
Thoroughly wrapped in his furs, as well as some stretch of Tarpaulin that he would have used as Shelter if not for his encounter with Edward, Arkash ventured into the frozen midday. It did well to retain the warmth in his bones as he marched through the wintry streets of Westfalen with the human shortly behind him, and the motion also helped to keep him warm, but not forever.
Soon enough, they arrived at the foundry; a large, intimidating facility of cut stone bricks, a corrugated metal roof, several massive chimneys of billowing black smoke, and tall, barred, single-pane windows. The snow that surrounded the facility was grey with ash and soot, and the churning of Artificed machines could be heard from where they stood, muffled by the hold of the fortress-like walls. As they passed by the large double doors that acted as the foundry's entrance, the warmth of the forge bled through the cracks, tangible on their skin and clothes.
"Ova' 'ere, Mucka'," Arkash spoke with a lean of his head to the side of the facility and shrugged. His hands remained hidden in his pockets, along with most of his scales to retain as much warmth as possible.
The way he lead the human was through some trodden snow, where a lot of it had been shoveled for the sake of travel. Wagon wheels and hoofprints were also apparent in the lining of the shoveled path that led there, and wound all the way to the back of the facility. He kept close to the wall as he proceeded through the mounds of shoveled snow, along that long, flat, stretch of factory and ash, all the way to the rear face of the facility.
There, he nodded a bow of his head in the direction of a couple of overhangs, large ugly boxes that seemed to stick out from the wall. The faces of those boxes were difficult to see from their angle.
"We's at th' docks," Arkash explained with a nod of his head in the direction of those overhangs. Quickly, he exposed his claws and used them to push his muzzle into the neck of his fur shirt as a means of recycling the heat he lost with his speech. "Big ole' waguns poll up 'ere six times a deh, an' we load 'em up wiv crates a' bulle's, rifles, pistols, everyfink." he explained with a nod and turned his whole body to look at the human from where he stood.
"We's gonna use 'ew'a wagun to roll up, 'ave the 'ollows an' nameless load up th' wagon, then be on owa' merry weh." he explained very roughly, squinting with a slight waddle of his head. "Well, sorta... There's some nuance an' details we gotta figa' out firs', but i's othawise foolproof," His gaze stayed fixed on the human while he allowed the skeleton of the plan to sink in.
