Amun arched an eyebrow at the mention of a blast furnace. Frowning, he glanced at their wall of furnaces, before looking back at Darkeye. "What's the difference between a blast furnace and a regular furnace?" The potter's brow furrowed and he hummed a low note as he tried to piece that together.
Arching an eyebrow at the other man's wink, the potter shrugged. "I've always got more to learn. Mostly I just put my hands on something and imagine how I want it to be." He let out a chuckle.
Nodding at Darkeye's assessment, the Ascended laid his hands on the anvil once again. Pressing his lips together, he activated his upgrade. The metal of the anvil began to creep together as he urged it back into its proper shape. "So are you a smith, then?" He glanced up from his work to give the other man a once over.
Arching an eyebrow at the other man's wink, the potter shrugged. "I've always got more to learn. Mostly I just put my hands on something and imagine how I want it to be." He let out a chuckle.
Nodding at Darkeye's assessment, the Ascended laid his hands on the anvil once again. Pressing his lips together, he activated his upgrade. The metal of the anvil began to creep together as he urged it back into its proper shape. "So are you a smith, then?" He glanced up from his work to give the other man a once over.
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