no cracks, no breaks

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Amun paused in his work as the voice called out to him. Glancing up, he gave the man before a once over. The arrival wasn't familiar to the potter, which in and of itself was unusual. Straightening up, Amun kept one hand resting on the metal he'd brought out. His upgrade continued to work as he schooled his features into a neutral, if polite expression. The iron now had a more definite shape: there was a table at the base, but metal tendrils continued to climb upwards from its surface.

"It's a bit nippy, yes," the potter acknowledged. He inclined his head towards the stranger. "I'm Amun, I don't think we've met." Introduction given, the potter held out his hand for a shake. "Can I help you with something?"

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid