They'd like to exchange half the fireball rings, photo-contacts, coats and tents, and sending stones for Ka instead. Otherwise that sounds reasonable.

The logistics officer finds a warehouse unit and has someone organize a 24/7 guard on it.

She's fine with giving them that much in Ka instead, which will come to twenty eight point three five Ka which is one hundred and forty one and three quarter years of lifespan. 

She can haul goods into the warehouse as soon as the contract's signed.

Captain Olsen signs it and fishes out stacks of 5000 kroner notes from a payroll safe and sends everyone off to an office to officiate the year's rent! Utilities are included. Damage must be compensated for, if any occurs.

She signs and accepts her kroner.

She intends this as a recruiting and liasion office, not a research facility. Damage is not expected. 

She's itching to get her beacon off her back. Warehouse next?

Warehouse next! With Captain Olsen loudly speculating on the bright future of cleansing efforts if the equipment proves up to the task! It's a large, empty room with shelves.

She drops her beacon and punches in the keycode that will make it signal home, and a door appears. 

She opens it and walks through to Eva's office.

"Thorn! You're finally back. What's new?" 

"I've got an order. Ten storm carapace, ten lasguns - just look at the list I've got in my head, alright?"

"Alright." There's a flicker of light from the quartz crystal that hangs from Thorn's neck. "I see. I might have pushed for more, but you're the eyes on the ground. I'll pull the delivery together for you."

Pallets of arms and armor appear, carried low to the ground by little servitor robots. There's a number of them, but not nearly enough to fill a warehouse. 

"The bots are slaved to your necklace and will follow where you lead or point. Make sure to send them all back, I don't want to have to expense one."

"Alright!"

She marches her little robots back out into the warehouse and neatly arranges the crates on the warehouse floor.

Everyone is very excited. Are there manuals? Does she need anything else before she starts setting up her newly rented offices?

She goes back and brings in a crate of manuals. After that? No, there's nothing more she needs. She has business to attend to with Marit, and after that she'll see to her new office.

Marit has completed two more boat-improving seals and is working on a third in that same conference room.

"Olsen is very loud, isn't he?" She comments with a smile.

"Yes," she says, rubbing her head. "I'm glad I don't get headaches, he certainly tried to give me one. So, what are you looking to buy?"

"Ka. Some impossible colors to experiment with. A Rod of Freedom. Trolls can't make me obey them but it's... A strain. Something to keep me from looking too young right away despite the ka? Maybe some other things. I haven't actually added it all up or looked through the catalog that thoroughly."

She nods. "I can do the Rod of Freedom as a tattoo at the nape of the neck if you want it permanently." She shows her arms. "It wouldn't be too different from these. As for Ka and so on, that's very doable, depending on how many seals you have for me."

"24 individual seals of different kinds, as we discussed earlier, plus two extra boat-enhancement seals. It takes about an hour to do one proper, I can't just slap ink on paper and have it work if it's going to last."

"That comes to six hundred and fifty OTC, then, at twenty-five each as we agreed. Which would be... thirty-seven years of anti-aging. Fourteen if you buy a Rod of Freedom as well. If you wanted a glamour etcetera without dinging your Ka too much, I'm willing to advance you a week's work on boat seals at the same rate - forty seals for twenty-five OTC each comes to a thousand more OTC to spend. I can also pay you in Kronor now at a rate of about three hundred Kronor to the OTC - that means I'd be paying you seven thousand five hundred Kronor a seal, which I expect is better than market rate by a long shot." 

"Much better." She shakes her head. "Guess I've found my new job, painting Bylgia's seals all day. I'm, what, ninety two now instead of ninety seven, so a couple of days of that work could get me back to the prime of my youth?"

"Each seal you do is worth about a year and a half of lifespan; to get back to twenty years old would take you sixty-four seals. I don't know how fast you can do these, but even if it takes you an hour per seal, that's not much more than a week's work."

"About two weeks to make that many. We pray and channel to do it right, you see, and it's a bit draining. The one I tested you with back before quarantine, that took ten minutes and it was fine, because it was only going to be used once. I imagine you want the ones you sell to last? The traps and alarm are single-use, and the others will burn out trying to fulfill their function if something, mm, opposes it enough. Boat getting cut up on rocks will ruin the boat-seal, it'd burn itself out trying to soften the damage."

She nods. "I may be underpaying you if they're reasonably reusable - we have charms of a similar type running fifty-five OTC per. Something of yours might end up being hardier than our other enchantments and end up going for that price. We'll have to see how it goes." 

"We'll have to see. Do you want an introduction to some other mages, perhaps? I sent a letter to the Eide hunter-clan, I'm expecting to hear back in a week that they'd be thrilled to have you visit."

"I would love introductions to some other mages. Scaling up production is something we're interested in, and it'll give us inroads towards more integration with your world."

"Honestly, just put out a newspaper ad that you can come to Oresund and scribe seals for a few weeks and be made younger or get otherworldly magic and you'll probably get swamped. Most mages are Icelandic and not immune, though. You'll want an office there to really 'scale up' the number of seals you can get out of us."