With that, she starts drawing up a basic moonshine still she can get made in this world, and spending the next eight weeks training during school, then making some coin at the bards square, giving half of her copper earnings to her family every day, earning more in those 8 weeks than she had ever used to get patched up and having place a commission in to a particularly skilled black Smith who is known for making alchemical tools and tubing, though it cost a bit more than her calculations, it was all in order, by the end of the 9th week, she finally had a still, which she immediately made a cellar to hide it in. And got it prepped and fermenting it's first batch of shine, having already prepped her 'brand' image, an armor fox on the lid, done with black ink, and the jars themselves have foxes made on the surface, making quite an elegant image. One more month. With that in mind she spent a great deal of time playing music in bars and even visited the brothel...no not for what you think, gods get your heads out of the gutter, she was doing market price research, and planning how to approach and who to approach with an 'exclusive' offer, so far she is leaning on the brothel, why? Because the three taverns and bars had treated her poorly, pay much less than the brothel for her bardly tunes, and overall the owner, an older woman who runs the brothel, is much more approachable in comparison from the other bards owners. Granted she is a 9 year old kid, its a tough fight but, hey she isn't a perfect being screw those guys. Now with a person of selection, she can do nothing but bid her time and make notes of everything she remembers about brewing shine...and a name for it.'need a name...nuka shine?fire shine?decanted spirits? Maybe fox liqour?kinda like that one...oh,foxfire elixir....oh yeah that's it. With a name selected she bids her time earning mere coppers a few silver during this time, which she stores for later, after all the material she wants cost a small fortune more than any farmers child could normally afford, but hey, she has years to make the money so she isn't in a rush. By the time the first batch is ready to distill, she is ready, having no choice, she has to waste 1 jar on the first distilling which is more ethanol than alcohol, but it won't be in vain, after all it's highly flammable and if mixed with the right stuff makes a nasty fire bomb. So she seals it, sets it aside and makes a full batch of 13 drinkable liqour pints from it, a solid start, she sets the first stilled pint in it's own corner, labeled fireball, and then she sets the last two stilled aside to restill later. 'Phew...30% proof liqour, beats the he'll out of the 3% alcohol bull piss." She stacks it up, setting it in a wooden crate, for now only taking one jar as she leaves the distilling room. Now with a proper product in hand, she wraps herself in a cheap cloak her father gave her over a year ago, something that had helped during her winter hunting months greatly, now being used to hide herself as she makes her way to the brothel, jar carefully tucked away. Once there, she denotes it's well maintained three story structure a massive almost villa like place, with dozens of rooms and just as many prostitutes and dancers. She enters and makes her way to the bar, where the 'bartender' a.k.a. the owner, is cleaning glasses. V took a seat, and then set the jar in front of the older woman,earning a lifted brow. "I have come to offer an all new liqour, one that can and will make anyone who drinks it very drunk....very very fast...* here is the point V pulled out a small stack of shot glasses setting one alone, before popping open her jar and pouring just one shots worth of it. "I call it foxfire elixir, its a fine spirit with a fruity taste so I am sure even your girls would like it." She slides it across, before pouring one for herself and downing it, and unlike what most would expect of a 9 year old girl, she doesn't even wince from the heat of the alcohol sliding down her throat, but her cheeks immediately warmed and glowed a soft red, but she proved it's safety showing she would drink it too, which is a huge source of trust for many. "Oh?and you brought it here girly?why?" The tender asked, v had to shake her head before speaking. "Call me fox for now, and I brought it here to sell it. 2 silver a jar, and you can break it down and sell by the shot, the strength of the liqour will sell itself, and why to you? We'll i figured you wouldn't try to weasel me, and also know the value of good liqour that no one else has...for now it's a luxury liqour with very limited supply." By the end V had to take a deep breath the alcohol flushing her way more than she had planned and feeling a rapid buzz setting in. But she won't let this chance go, even a drunk V is a sly V so she pushes on. "Name's Cynthia Miss fox. Do you mind if I have someone try it?" The old woman says, now giving V her name, though V doubts she'll remember by the end of the conversation. "By all means, but if they get drunk do not blame me." V replies with a shrug, fighting the heavy flush on her face from her new found buzz. 'Man, I drastically overestimated my abilities here, I am definitely feeling that shine.' V thinks as she watches Cynthia call over a girl, who arrives has a slightly red tinted skin, a small set of horns peaking out of her hair, but a very well balanced and maintained body, which V can't help but admire for a moment before sliding the still filled shot towards her. "Mind telling us what you think of this?" V asks before Cynthia could speak, earning V a glare, but she ignores it, feeling the buzz she needs to finish this deal and dip to sleep off her buzz as soon as possible."...why not?!" The red skinned woman says taking the shot and downing it in one go, much like V, but not expecting the fireball burn she coughs and hacks up for a minute struggling to hold back tears before her own cheeks darken a shade more red. "Thats...that's some strong spirits good gods what was in that?!" The red skinned girl coughs a few more times before straightening, gaining some of her composure before she finally speaks about it. "Its alcohol alright, something fierce too, I'm already hot and flustered, tastes good but burns like fire on the way down, what's it called?" Cynthia speaks before V could open her mouth. "Its called foxfire elixir, apparently it's a new luxury liqour, how well do you think it will sale amongst our regulars, Sable?" The red skinned woman now identified speaks again, picking her lips. "How well? We could have a whole new string of drunkards here by the end of the week, as for our regulars? We could rob them blind without lifting a finger,feth even i want more of it despite the burn." And this is when V know she has them, hook,line and sinker though she will be sacrificing a jar for it, it will be worth it long term." Before you start thinking too hard, I will be there first to make an offer, I will give this to you, I won't charge a single copper, you sell it, advertise it as your exclusive booze, and if you like it's potential by the time you run out, let me know say...a week from now, if I don't hear anything I will assume you don't want it and will make this same offer at the bars and taverns in town." V then puts the lid on the jars, carefully stands up, and leaves empty handed, letting them pull it over with a deadline and a lucrative deal in mind.while this seems crazy to do, rumors and word of mouth are powerful tools thus she is making a gamble that her liqour outshines the competition and she has no intention of losing.
