Stanley
*In the bustling marketplace of New Salvania, a small blacksmith's shop never sleeps.

The place is owned by a quirky young Kitsune who goes by the name of Moxie Von Starke. Her name is about all you need to know in order to tell what kind of person she is.

The little ball of everlasting energy is working on a particularly interesting project: a suit of armour, that she has named "The Iron Maiden. It's been a little passion project the Kitsune had in her mind for months. Not for any real combat reason (yet)... But the idea of taking on such a mighty challenge as to create a suit of armour that is capable of turning a skinny young girl like herself into a superweapon? You can bet this girl finds the challenge an exciting prospect.

From the outside of the building, you can see what you'd expect of a blacksmith, the sign, and you can hear a little bit of commotion from the inside. The usual sound of hammers striking metal, and some added sounds of arguing. The neighbours really don't like this blacksmith.*

*Of particular note is the iron golem standing guard beside the door. While his sword isn't equipped, he has it strapped to his back, looking very intimidating indeed. Best not to steal from this place, that's for sure.*
Chong
Kohm might have had some form of vision again, but he still needed to pair himself with some actual arms- bringing around his sandman everywhere was netting him strange looks, not to mention it was an awkward and insufficient replacement in the first place. Thus, he had vowed to quickly find a place with decent enough artificing and prices before he did anything else.

Following the sounds of the smithing, he quickly moved until he could pinpoint the shop with his tremorsense. Smiling to himself as the carvings on the sign tells him that he is in the right place, he walks into the shop, sandman in tow.

The cloak covering his lack of eyes and limbs, he 'looks' around the place, getting a feel for it.
Stanley
*As Kohm walks in the store, the smell of coal will assault his nose, alongside the sound of a young girl and a Felinid arguing in the back.

If he's even capable of noticing, the place is surprisingly tidy, everything having a very specific place. The main shop room is quite large, and most of the shelves are filled with weapons and other tools, all intricately carved. Sometimes with genuinely pretty carvings, and sometimes with a stickman Kitsune with a smiley face.

Even as nobody mans the shop, there's a sense of life to the place itself, as it the building itself was alive. The feeling of curiosity and wonder surrounds this cute little shop: it's almost like walking into an artist's painting room. Whoever owns this place appreciates their craft.*

*Gruff shouting is heard from another room.*
Jose
Oi Mox, I think someone's come in! Will I see to em?
Stanley
*"Nah, you'll scare them off like last time!"*

*A diminutive black haired Kitsune wanders into the shop and leans over her little counter, a beaming smile on her face that doesn't falter even as she notices Kohm's condition. She reaches out for a handshake... Before noticing the arms. Or lack thereof. Oops.*

"Hi... I think I know why you're here, so, uhh... Yeah. Hi. I'm Moxie, nice to meet you!"

"I think I know why you're here, like I said, but I'll ask anyway. What's it you need? I do loads of stuff."
Chong
Kohm very much appreciated the work that went into this place- homely as it was, it was also a professional's workshop. A sign of someone who loved and lived for their craft.

Chuckling as he takes in the kitsune's attempts to give him a handshake only for her to realise his condition- a scene that has played itself out for so many times on his way here it didn't bother him regardless of what reaction he was given anymore, he mentally orders the sandman to do it for him. While Alum has been less active since bestowing on him the gift of tremorsense- he could guess a couple of reasons why and was all the more grateful- he could still feel Alum's amusement as his projection grips the hand and gives it a firm shake.

Turning his head to face her with good mirth, inadvertently revealing his lack of eyes (Not that he bothered to hide with, with the same reasoning that reactions just didn't phase him anymore), he replies.

"As you might have observed, good lass, I need a hand. Two, actually."
Stanley
*Moxie giggles a bit as she hears this. The man has a great sense of humour, she has to give him that. She leans on the countertop, looking at her own metallic limb.

She tends to charge very cheap for limbs like these. Now, Felix always tells her to make her prices decent, but she always tells him that it's the right thing to do, to help people like Kohm for cheap. After all, she might need that kind of charity herself someday. The girl isn't really much of a businesswoman. That's the cat's business... The one walking in just now.*

"Okay. So two magic arms. That's about, uhh... Well, I **Should** Be charging like 20 gold per arm, but usually I settle with 10 to 15 per arm. I know **Someone** Likes to argue, but-"
Jose
Just pay the full price, mate. Saves me heartache. This girl might *Own* This place, but her summons basically rule it.
Chong
Kohm shakes his head, mouth still facing upwards in mirth. The lass was a tad too kindhearted, he thinks, probably from inexperience, but it's refreshing to see such people that exist still in this world.

The cat- which he figures is a summon, seems to be more of the practical sort though, which he didn't begrudge- he was a pragmatist himself, not to mention that he seemed to have the kind of humour he could get behind.

"Don't you folks worry, it's foolhardy to come in expecting to skimp out on the cost of something so important- anyone who puts so little worth on a limb wouldn't bother with a set in the first place."

With that, his sandman fetches a prepared pouch from on Kohm's belt, and places it on the countertop.

"There. 40 shiny, perfectly gleaming pieces. Should be enough to get me a set of reliable arms, if I'm not wrong."
Jose
Aww, brill, mate... Right, hold on while I take your measurements, yeah?
Stanley
*Felix looks at Kohm's stumps for a moment. Within mere seconds, he nods, letting out a little "Yep" As he does so. He wanders into an unknown little corner of the blacksmith's shop as he looks for a prosthetic arm. While the place was organised, the leaders of the place had a different idea of what "Organised" Looks like. Often, Mox and Felix find themselves arguing over layout, like an old married couple. Much like a real couple though, Mox wins everytime, mostly with the "You're a summon, I'm real" Argument. Felix never really has a retort for that.

Mox just watches Felix do her bidding, before tapping a random rhythm on the shop counter, whistling all the while, acting as a little one-woman-band. Her tails begin to wag as she gets distracted with her whistling. Her "Amazing" Musical talent is stopped by the cat-summon, who claps into her ear and places two intricate metallic arms on the countertop.

The two metallic arms are works of art. Well oiled, pristine and made with incredible attention to detail, these arms look more like a golem's arms than prosthetics. If Kohm so desires, Felix attaches the prosthetics immediately, and after a couple of seconds of adjusting to his body, they move as though he had never lost his arms. It's like having real arms again, except they're much better for winning tavern brawls with. In fact, Moxie even has a Tavern Brawling set of arms! Somewhere. It's got knuckles covered in spikes, and a heavily plated forearm!*
Jose
Yeah, thanks for bein' good about this, man. 'ppreciate it. Most people just go "Aw, man, your summoner said it was 15", and I usually have to teach 'em a lesson, me an' Phil. Don't like when people cross Mox much.
Stanley
*Felix pockets the money while Moxie looks a little nervous about the "Teaching a lesson" Part. Several times, Felix has outright gotten physical during these altercations with unsavoury folk. Hell, Felix gets **Incredibly** Violent with thieves. Moxie has been forced many a time to desummon him when he acts up. Then again, incase Kohm somehow couldn't tell from the various scars and the rough demeanour of Felix, he's not exactly a softie; having fought many an evil beast and having aided many aspiring adventurers or strong mercenaries. Of course, it doesn't always last. His oldest owner got very old... Was too old to keep adventuring. Felix was promptly sold off: he would've been perfectly happy to look after the ailing man, but his old keeper had grown very attached to Felix and didn't want the summoned archer to live his life as a caretaker. So he was given off to a hyperactive ditz of a Kitsune. And it's honestly been among the better parts of the cat's life, if very hectic.*