Mortified by the fact that he can type now she insisted he be left alone. Doing this made her former teacher look ridiculous. Not moved by the past plight of keeping someone who did not conform down choked her. Over exaggerated fears became common. Zero time would be dedicated to anything business related if this issue returned. Whoever he was no one valued his presence unless he spoke or entered an establishment. At least that is what she heard. Behind her own back multiple capable people were exempted from recruitment by this very teacher. Today she was checking out a new structure to use for an office. As quaint as it seemed a decommissioned well preserved naval destroyer sufficed. Going through the decks she checked each portion the hull. Once called Alysha the Unstoppable this destroyer saw thirteen extra years of service before retirement.
Having served one hundred years Destroyer Alysha the Unstoppable became a husk of what she once was. Experiencing several wars, four hundred missions, 21 battles, at least 13 kills this vessel witnessed many events. She even survived several deadly storms at sea. Now sitting on land as an empty husk ready to be reused for something else. Still maneuvered at a dock overlooking a long sandbank the Unstoppable Alysha had a bridge connecting her to the concrete made dock. The old suite she used was getting overcrowded no thanks to the influence, investments by a kilt wearing rogue. As handsome as he was, she did not have time for him. His shenanigans, adventures would get her killed as she was not that kind of Witch or sorceress.
She went through each portion of the ship that was emptied out. They can call it clearing house before renovations. Looking down on her own list of renovations she checked which parts of the ship was going to be what. Living quarters were going to become a storage shelf, safe room, or private housing. She had other ideas going through her mind. Each step echoed in the bowels of the decommissioned vessel. Eager to focus on the task of assigning certain office spaces to parts of the destroyer she made herself think of enchanted dolls. Usually, black magic dolls similar to the voodoo craft or some form of black mage arts.
Getting her mind back to business she realized the armament stores cleared out like a tenant lay vacant. The boiler room remained as is. Command and Control Room would become the main office or watch tower for security. Liquid Stores would become storage for drinking water, recycled waste, extra fuel to run generators. Going through the Mess Hall of the Destroyer she checked off Dry Stores, Miscellaneous, when a figure caught her attention. Light buzzing sounds filled the absence of her footsteps as the search lights became triggered. Clear as day in the mess hall a sorceress teleported herself. Accompanied by a cloaked companion that had to be a skeleton she reanimated herself. Just nodding her head in disbelief, she confronted this one. This sorceress was forced away from her own little office when a mimic was discovered on a construction site. Forced to share her own little story Vellz mentioned some business the handsome rogue started with Gnomes involving gardening, brewing beer to ale.
Sewing in a new partnership that forecast a friendship she embraced the Sorceress with a hug. Willing to share this emptied out Destroyer as an office she hoped to grow her new clothing design business. In the hopes the rogue would never return in her life with that crew of pirates of his she sealed a pact. Not to let everyone else know. Yet she could not help wondering if that rogue was just around the corner or off somewhere on some adventure. It did not help her own composure that he was that handsome. Focused entirely on her business goals in fabric Vellz shook his handsome image from her mind. Fashion Designer never sounded better in her mind than now. Yes, it was a ship, but it would make for a good office suite. She allowed the idea of other businesses entering the new structure. A bolt of lightning shot past her interrupting her thoughts. Nearly grazing her the spell was followed by a cackle. Kaft's maniacal laughter filled her new workplace.
That was not going to slide with her. Summoning her powers she sent a spell of missile flying his way in the shape of an arrow. Countering her arrow missile Kaft used shield spell. Not using wands or staffs, but their hands both rivals exchanged arcane blows inside the ship. Although it was grounded it still rocked as if it were at sea due to the various spells they flung. Smoke, flashes of light filled the hull as they moved around casting their spells. Vellz and her new friend paused to let the smoke clear. A mistake most make when combating a hostile, rival, or foe. Blackened walls, flashes of smoke alarms, bent metal, dented walls, holes from the arcane missiles is all they saw. This Destroyer was hers to use.