heat of the night {open}

A M U N I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Raising his eyebrows, Amun chuckled at Oliver's request. "It's not a thing I can really teach you." The potter waved a hand in the air vaguely. "You just gotta talk to them. Ask them about their lives, compliment them. And when they mention a problem, or a need, say how your goods or your work can help them." Shrugging, he gave the blacksmith an amused look. "It's an art, not a science." Grinning, the Ascended nodded gratefully. "Thank you. I owe you one. Two if you let me use your fire." As the metal began floating, seemingly of its own volition, he shook his head at the other man's words. "Just needs to be moved. That should be good." Amun reached up to try and pluck it from the air.