Amun
You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises
He reached out for the other man's hands. The Ascended's clothes were streaked with paint, and the walls were positively splattered with it. Clay marked the walls as well, and the cot in the corner was a mess of knots and color. There were multiple holes in the floor that Zhanshi had chewed. The little landshark swam in circles in behind Amun, surfacing every now and then to eye the Sword.
"Have you come for my wares?" Amun gestured at the shelves of shattered pots, plates, bowls, and assorted other items. "Or for my visor? Vise? Vice?" Frowning, he shook his head.
For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid