Taking down the calculations, Amun nodded at Darkeye's suggestions. Looking between the wall and the back rooms, the potter squared his shoulders. "This might take a while. And heat is only a problem if I get hot enough to explode." With that, he started making treks to the supply areas to bring out the necessary materials.
Between trips, he responded to the other man's questions and comments as best the potter could. "Who is Kor?" Setting down the chunk of iron he'd been carrying, he dusted off his hands. "I've met all of them, yes. Frey is...fine. I'm happy to leave them alone and they seem to feel the same about me. Ludo and Safrin are...a different story though." His eyes narrowed as he spoke of those last two gods.
"I will be happy. Just...not yet. The wounds are still too fresh." Spreading his hands, he shrugged and sighed.
Between trips, he responded to the other man's questions and comments as best the potter could. "Who is Kor?" Setting down the chunk of iron he'd been carrying, he dusted off his hands. "I've met all of them, yes. Frey is...fine. I'm happy to leave them alone and they seem to feel the same about me. Ludo and Safrin are...a different story though." His eyes narrowed as he spoke of those last two gods.
"I will be happy. Just...not yet. The wounds are still too fresh." Spreading his hands, he shrugged and sighed.
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