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Amun waited patiently just as Oliver requested. Watching, the potter followed the motion as the new blacksmith made a nail. Finally, the other man finished and the Ascended smiled faintly. "It's a gift. Us craftsman need to stick together, yeah?" Glancing at the chairs, he shook his head. "I'm good standing. Thank you though." After long hours at the potter's wheel, standing was a nice change of pace.
Chuckling, he shrugged, then waved away Oliver's complaints. "I get it. My studio looked similarly when I first opened." The potter slipped his hands into his pockets. "Are you planning to join the Artisan's Guild?" Cocking his head to one side, he raised his eyebrows a bit.
Chuckling, he shrugged, then waved away Oliver's complaints. "I get it. My studio looked similarly when I first opened." The potter slipped his hands into his pockets. "Are you planning to join the Artisan's Guild?" Cocking his head to one side, he raised his eyebrows a bit.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
