Sharie a frotté ses lunettes en pensant, elle n'était pas sûre quand ça a commencé, mais l'action est devenue une habitude assez ancrée de la sienne. Son travail n'était pas vraiment de créer des choses, comment devrait-elle répondre? -- Eh bien, vous me confondez un peu avec un artisan comme dire un forgeron. Elle a dit à Andica. « Nous avons fabriqué sur mesure nos propres outils et quoi que ce soit, nous permet d'obtenir plus de précision de cette façon, mais pas autrement je n'ai rien fait. Na à la place, j'ai travaillé sur des choses plus grandes, des choses plus complexes. Les moulins à vent et les roues à eau ne sont pas quelque chose que tout homme à portée de main peut gérer, vous avez besoin de quelqu'un avec une main... euh plus délicate."
C'était la meilleure description qu'elle pouvait gérer, son travail était une affaire assez compliquée. Sharie a décidé de changer la conversation d'elle-même. "Alors, Andica... et toi? Vous devez avoir un peu d'histoire, faire partie de la lignée des éleveurs de chiens n'est pas une petite chose que j'imagine."

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Sharie Evered
~An unorthodox militia engineer and rifleman.~

Details:Sharie had always been an odd one even from a young age, always slogging through refuse with a claim to be hunting for treasures which was all well and fine for a child, yet Sharie is a girl. Her tomboyish ways had always been an area of concern for her parents, who were unlanded nobles with prestige only in name, and well Sharie's behavior only made matters worse. She wasn't a problem child by any means, really she was a well-behaved girl as one can expect, but not be acting as proper lady was problematic, not to mention also a source of embarrassment. Eventually Sharie was left out of higher social life all together, she being more or less a hidden member of her family.
Things continued like this for a while until enter Vincent Martell, he was a beast of a man who towered over most men and had the muscles of a bull, however he certainly didn't have the intelligence of one. It was after a period of time of observing Sharie and her many urban explorations that he approached her father with a proposition, that Sharie would become an apprentice at Vincent's workshop. Of course her father refused without hesitation, a girl much less his own daughter taking such a masculine occupation? He wouldn't have that. Respectfully Vincent accepted the patriarch's decision, but he wasn't done. Day after day, and time after time Vincent continued to plead his case, saying that Sharie has the right aptitude to prevent her from reaching her potential would be irresponsible. Her father caved on Vincent's ninetieth visit.
Sharie's teenage and early adult years were spent in a fiery foundry, to eventually come out as a worthy engineer. Vincent himself was her teacher and master, but that goes without saying. From the simple machines to the basics of physics it was during this time Sharie learned much about her new craft, and after which became a journeyman, although because she couldn't start her own shop she needed to find work somewhere else. As luck would have it she was quickly employed by the city militia, walls required to be maintained and renovated, for that they needed they needed the right people. People like Sharie.
She was given a musket and admittedly minimal training on how to actually use it, even if she was employed as an engineer she was also a member of the militia, while it wasn't quite what she signed up for she didn't complain anyway. It was a few days ago from the current day that she noticed the Traveler requirement poster, and there was something about the prospect of traveling to another city that appealed to her. She decided it wouldn't hurt to at least show up, after all she could probably back out if needed.