heat of the night {open}

A M U N I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife After speaking to the Voice, Amun had returned to the Hollowed Ground to figure out how to complete the tasks she'd assigned him. Since there weren't many Abandoned he knew well these days, he found himself meandering over towards Oliver's blacksmith shop. The other man was already seated outside, and the potter flashed a quick smile. Tossing the metal orb he was carrying in the air idly, he walked towards Oliver "I was going to ask if you had a second to help me with something, but it looks like I caught you on your break." The Ascended's voice was oddly friendly. "Hard at work or hardly working?" While he waited for Oliver to respond, Amun inspected the sign, nodding approvingly at the art.