amun
Amun had been a bit directionless of late. Well, that wasn't quite true: he'd thrown himself into his work for the Voice, and into working his studio. However, the rest of his life suffered and he found himself lonely and bored in equal parts.
Perhaps that was why, when news of a blacksmith opening in town reached his ears, he decided to check it out mostly on a whim. He made a clay box, the sides embossed with a hammer and forge as an opening present and headed over. Rapping on the door to announce his presence, he peered inside, spottingOliver.
"Nice place you've got here." Walking in, giving the fires a wide berth, the potter held out the box. "Made you something to store your tools. Or anything else, I suppose." There was something a little subdued about him, but he was friendly and polite and that would have to do.
Perhaps that was why, when news of a blacksmith opening in town reached his ears, he decided to check it out mostly on a whim. He made a clay box, the sides embossed with a hammer and forge as an opening present and headed over. Rapping on the door to announce his presence, he peered inside, spotting
"Nice place you've got here." Walking in, giving the fires a wide berth, the potter held out the box. "Made you something to store your tools. Or anything else, I suppose." There was something a little subdued about him, but he was friendly and polite and that would have to do.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
