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

As the other man started chattering, Amun raised an eyebrow. For a moment, a ghost of the potter's old smile graced his lips before it bled away. "It's priceless. Or, as some might interpret, worthless. As for kidneys, you might have better luck pawning yours at the Infirmary." He pointed at the Temple, which was the largest building in the Hollowed Ground. Well, apart from the Spire.

"The boss, hm? And what will you say to him when you see him? I'd suggest you start with a name." Taking the other man's hand, Amun gave it a firm shake. As the stranger brought up the table, the potter glanced down at it. His hand was still resting on it and his upgrade was still running. The metal tendrils kept moving, beginning to form what looked like cages or frames of various shapes and sizes. "How do you know it's the table that is fancy?" He wiggled the fingers of his free hand at the other man.

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