if I ever start to think straight
Letting his gaze roam right over the stranger as unabashedly as the other man was examining Amun, he arched an eyebrow. Stepping towards what apparently was a fellow Ascended, the potter looked up to meet the other man's gaze. Not at all bothered by the height difference, Amun grinned. "So you just enjoy sticking your fingers in strange contraptions then? If so, you've come to the right place" He winked.
Glancing down at his ink-stained form, as the stranger drew attention to it, the potter shrugged one shoulder. Moving towards the other end of the forge, it was his turn to slouch against it. "I thought the point of running this Guild was that strangers who no doubt needed something from me would be polite."
Sweeping into a bow, he straightened up with a smile. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Amun Arlun, at your service." He straightened up. "Normally I'd offer you my hand, but as you already pointed out I seem to have made a mess. And not the fun kind, either." Wiggling his fingers, he let out a chuckle.
Glancing down at his ink-stained form, as the stranger drew attention to it, the potter shrugged one shoulder. Moving towards the other end of the forge, it was his turn to slouch against it. "I thought the point of running this Guild was that strangers who no doubt needed something from me would be polite."
Sweeping into a bow, he straightened up with a smile. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Amun Arlun, at your service." He straightened up. "Normally I'd offer you my hand, but as you already pointed out I seem to have made a mess. And not the fun kind, either." Wiggling his fingers, he let out a chuckle.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
