heat of the night {open}

A M U N I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Amun winked playfully at Oliver. "That's the spirit. You'll get the hang of it in no time." Indeed, the potter sounded quite sure about that. Nodding, he gave the blacksmith a grateful smile. "Great, thanks. Like I said, I owe you two." A quick inspection of the ball revealed that it was pretty much unchanged, so the Ascended just shrugged. Tucking it in his belt pouch, he gave the other man another nod. "I'll see you soon." With that, Amun turned and sauntered away. There was an easy grin lurking on his features. This task was going much more smoothly than he'd anticipated, and hopefully the Voice would be impressed by his diligence. -FIN