Somehow, one of the forge setups in the Art-isan's Guild had gotten damaged and moved around. Amun had walked into the main room to discover the chaos. Sighing, he'd shooed Zhanshi away through one of the many tunnels the landshark had formed in the building. Then the potter had headed towards the offending corner.
Grabbing a bucket of sand, he tossed it over the coals to douse whatever embers might be remaining. Turning, he headed towards the anvil, which had a huge dent in it from something or other. Grunting, he laid his hands on the warped surface. It rippled and flowed as he activated his upgrade and began to straighten itself out.
Grabbing a bucket of sand, he tossed it over the coals to douse whatever embers might be remaining. Turning, he headed towards the anvil, which had a huge dent in it from something or other. Grunting, he laid his hands on the warped surface. It rippled and flowed as he activated his upgrade and began to straighten itself out.
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