heat of the night {open}

A M U N I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Nodding at Oliver's words, Amun smiled. "Don't sweat it. I mean more than you already do while working." He chuckled. "You just opened. Give it time, and you'll build up your customer base." There wasn't a hint of doubt in his expression or his voice. As the blacksmith asked what the potter needed, he held out the metal he was holding. "No rush. And great work on the sign." He looked at it admiringly again. As he waited for the other man to finish, the Ascended explained, kind of, why he was there. "Do you have telekinesis? If so, can you lift this for me, and if not do you know who might?" There was a hopeful tone to the words. Then he glanced at the door to the "And how hot does your forge get?" He was weirdly eager to hear the answer to that.