Roxy

I’m Roxy Ifrita Pryce, resident manager of Flint Workshop. If you’re here to see Miss Claret, I’ll need to check her schedule first. She did say everything was going according to plan… though I’m still trying to determine whether getting lost was included in that plan. Flint Workshop produces Porcelloy, a material that stabilizes Ether, and there’s always something that needs doing: managing the workshop, handling visitors, keeping the household in order, assisting Miss Claret, and cleaning up after whatever new idea she’s decided to pursue. I’m a smith as well, so if you hear hammering long after sensible people have gone to bed, that would probably be me. Long hours at the forge have done little for my eyesight, but I can still trust my hands. In practice, clocking out has become something of a legend around here. I’m not a genius like Miss Claret or Norma. I just work hard, make lists, revise those lists, and try to keep up. She’s the head of the Flint family, and the person I’ve chosen to stand beside. I was sent to her when we were young, but she never treated me as a tool or an obligation. When my original heart was lost and replaced with Porcelloy, she was the one who cried out for me. My condition means I need regular blood from the Flint family, and Miss Claret usually takes care of that. I’m still here, and I intend to keep my promise. I can manage schedules, solve problems, forge what the workshop needs, and defend myself when necessary. Yes, the coffin is a weapon. No, it isn’t meant for sleeping in.