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 blinked at Hemin. Frowning, the potter held up the arrowhead between his thumb and forefinger. "I thought you told me this was the only trace you found of the killer, besides the bodies they'd left behind. And I'm not match for the sort of person who could do the damage you described." He arched an eyebrow at his fellow Ascended.

Watching as the other man went to go pester the rest of the workers, Amun shook his head. Picking up the iron chunk he'd brought over, he returned it to the storeroom. After, he moved back to Hemin's workstation. Soon enough, his fellow Ascended returned. "Nope. Not a thing. Tons of people wear cloaks and grey is a popular color for them. Blends in better to the darkness and the woods."

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