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 kept his palm raised and pointed towards Hemin. Releasing Zhanshi, the potter stepped forward and kicked the knife behind him as the landshark dove underground. The small furrow of earth betrayed the companion's passage as he circled at Amun's feet.

Narrowing his eyes at the other man, the potter raised his other hand. The metal bracelets he wore on that arm coiled down and formed into a dagger. He pointed the end of it at Hemin. "Maybe you should explain why you thought it was a good idea to draw a weapon unprovoked and not talk further about how you would attack my companion." Speaking in a low tone, Amun stepped to the side so the table wasn't directly between them.

He jerked his chin at the other man. "What's this collection you spoke of? And why in the world would brandish a knife at a stranger? You got a death wish?"

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