Sarah
A slow start to a cold day. Few orders, and few customers. It was once more a cold and silent day. They seemed to be getting more frequent for the local blacksmith. Perhaps she was losing popularity, or perhaps it was simply the off season for her store. She would have to figure it out eventually, but she was sure that many would be arriving within the coming months. Right now, she was working on a special little upgrade to her hammer. Upon the anvil was a singular key, etched in strange runes and markings. The metal itself looked like it had been warped from magic itself.

Upon her neck was already a chain of keys, and in the soft glow of the forge, each one was glowing with a hint of magic within. Each one had been painstakingly forged over the course of a week. Whilst the metal and design wasn't exactly a difficult work, the runes upon the item were incredibly delicate and difficult to etch. Every rune was infused with just the right amount of magic to work with the other.

Gently pouring a bit of oil onto the item, the hiss of steam sounded throughout the forge. The item was complete and the magic sealed within. A soft sigh escaped her as she picked up the key with a gloved hand. Thyri took a moment to look over the tool before making her way to the front of the store and placing it onto a stone beneath the counter. Whilst the process was complete, it still needed to rest. Unless she wanted the magic to shatter the item.

Thyri sighed as she took a moment to stretch her shoulder. Being a rather tall lady, and more muscular than most men, her muscles did often get sore after a long day working. Her tattooed arms were bulging, and a bit of sweat was still upon her brow. Thyri took a moment to adjust her braid before leaning on the counter to read through a book she had left, simply waiting for a customer.
Bob
The Baroness of Thebamar City had found herself wandering more and more lately. With her son, Sassan, beginning his college studies, he was either often gone or too busy for her. Her mother was excellent company, but as they both aged and Amunet largely continued to look the same while her mother withered before her eyes, it was too disconcerting for the Champion to spend the majority of her time with her. This left virtually no one for her to go home to. While there were reminders everywhere, Aeterna was vast enough that it was easier to forget.

Keeping the peace and helping those in need was generally enough to keep her occupied. But the last few days had been annoyingly dull. Left unoccupied, her mind wandered to deep regrets and questions unanswered. She walked the streets this chilly spring day struggling to fix her sour mood. Her stomach grumbled loudly, and her fine features twisted into a grimace; she'd forgotten to eat breakfast again.

Kairos' words ran through her mind, and she gritted her teeth, biting out, **"Oh, shut up!"** The more years that went by since she left him, the more she had realized how *Right* He was, which infuriated her. She was beautiful, successful, and had raised a healthy, brilliant child; if she was in such poor shape as he suggested, how had she done it all? Besides, even if she wanted to change anything, where did she start? How could she deal with feeling like a failure for not doing everything at one time? Slowing down felt like giving up.

Realizing she'd stopped walking, Amunet looked at the shop in front of her. With a wave of joy, she realized it was a *Blacksmith*! The perfect distraction, as Elira's champion thoroughly enjoyed collecting fine weaponry, both for use and display. She also owed Sassan a treat to congratulate him on beginning college. Whispering a prayer of thanks to her goddess, she walked inside.

Amunet didn't *Look* Like the type that would enter a blacksmith, sheathed in a sandy beige cashmere sweater over a silky blue shirt and matching skirt. The cropped shirt fit tightly while the skirt billowed to allow for movement. Both had sparkling sapphires sewn on in a scatter, and she wore a few similar sapphires in her voluminous black hair. Her eyes lit up glancing over the magical glow of the keys and the impressive-looking woman that must have forged them. It wasn't often she met a woman taller than herself. 

Walking up to the woman at the counter with a practiced but true honeyed smile, she said with an appreciative sigh, **"How becoming... Tell me about the blades you can make."** Looking down, she pointed to the book, **"Also would** ***Love*** **To hear what you're reading."**
Sarah
As the woman read, a soft chime rung throughout the store. An age old signal that the door had been opened and someone was entering. With a practiced smile, Thyri was quick to glance up towards the indivdual, taking a step back from the story to give the customer her full attention. She found that people were more willing to make larger purchases when the store owner was a kindly folk and actually gave them the time of day.

"Ah! Welcome to Thyri's Magic Smithy. Pleasure to meet ya. 'ow can I 'elp ye?" Her accent was thick. Clearly something from the countryside. She was not born from the city, but had spent most of her life outside of it. Yet with her smithy seeming to be in rather good condition, she had obviously been a part of the market for quite some time now, and had certainly made a name for herself.

At the question, she flashed a grin as she gestured to the various weapons that were hung up for display in the store. "Can make just 'bout anything. Bigger orders take longer if yer looking to supply a proper group. I can also do enchantments if yer interested in a bit'a magic within yer weapon." That's what most people sought her out for. A proper enchantress who knew their way around a blade, she always made sure that the enchantments did not damage the structure of the blade.
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Upon the question about her book however, a bit of surprise entered into her eyes. Not a question that she expected to be asked, but one she wasn't going to shy away from. "It's called 'The Cabin in the Mountain.' Wee little tale about a girl named Erika who lives up in the cabin, talks about 'er life and the struggles she 'as from spending so much time in solitude. Sort of like a story of a 'ermit I 'spose. I ain't too far into it, but it's got my attention for sure."

A laugh escaped her as she thumbed the page of the book. She was still fairly close to the start, but the story thus far had been rather interesting. The lady selling these books had nagged her for days about giving the story a chance. Whilst she had put it off for quite some time, she had to admit the lady was actually quite right about her enjoying it.

"I don't just do weapons, if yer looking for any tools, I can get them made for ya as well." Plenty of people sought out blacksmiths for various items. Thyri had made sure to learn everything she could. A smith that knew how to make a bit of everything would never run out of customers. She had always found that armour was the most difficult to craft for a specific person. Many people wanted to stay flexible whilst wearing it, and she always needed to get the sizing right. It was always a challenge.

Thyri loved challenges.
Bob
Amunet was beginning to feel her roiling emotions recede a little, listening to the woman's quaint country accent; it was cute. And she was always happy to talk to swords, she'd been working at swordplay since she was a small girl. A wave of gratitude hit her for her mother's encouragement of the pursuit. She was quite intrigued by the idea of an enchanted weapon. She hadn't often felt the need herself, with the magic of a goddess flowing through her, but if there was something protective she could get Sassan, it would put her mind somewhat at ease. She waved her hands briefly, **"Oh, no, not a group! Just for myself and my teenage son."** She felt the warmth radiating from her smile, and it was only mildly put-on due to her bad mood. She was always happy to meet new people, though she only ever maintained acquaintances at a surface level. 

**"My son just started college, and I'd like to get him a blade as a gift. Something like a longsword, shortsword, or scimitar. If you have any enchantments that could provide some kind of protection, that'd be excellent."** Her face was alight with her excitement, she couldn't help it; she always felt like a kid in a candy store when shopping for weapons. She talked animatedly, **"For myself, I prefer scimitars, daggers, and throwing knives."** Her smile took on a bit of an edge, though not an unfriendly one, **"You can tell me about them, if you like, but I don't think I'll need any enchantments for myself."** She listened intently to all the options offered to her.

Desperately wanting to swap the subject back, she took a deep breath to sort her mind, push things back, and put on a mask of charming politeness once more. She spoke with feigned cheer, **"You seem quite talented!"** Though the emotion was fake, the compliment was not. Looking around the shop, she felt quite good about the quality of the things she would get from this woman. It was clear she worked hard and loved what she did. **"I don't need anything else. I only ever wear some leather armor, and sometimes not even that. I find metal slows and weighs me down too much."** 

She'd been so scattered, she just realized, **"Oh! How incredibly rude of me. I'm Baroness Amunet Hassan, lovely to meet you."** She inclined her head slightly, a show of respect for the woman.
Sarah
A pair order it was then! It would be easiest to create two scimitar based on what she was hearing. She'd wouldn't have to pull out an extra mold to create a longsword. Recyling was always the best, and it wouldn't ruin the blades forging process. Thyri took a moment to reach beneath the counter to pull out a small book. It was a long list of orders that had been completed or were still in progress. She flipped to a half full page and began to write down what she would need. "Oh! Yer sons off to college? Should be quiet round the 'ouse then. I still remember when my brother went off for it. Bloody bastard kept them up for nights with 'ow terrible 'is letters were. I tell ya now, he cannae write a decent sounding letter for the life of 'im." Bright laughter escaped the blacksmith, shaking her head at the memory. She had never gone herself, keeping her studies focused on smithing.

"A protection enchantment on a blade? Might be a wee bit difficult, but I'll find a way to make it work." Protection enchantments were obviously meant to go on armour, but she could easily mix some runes together to create something new. It was how she had first learnt how to read the language of the runes, and it would be how she discovered new possibilities. She'd likely need to inscribe the runes onto the blade itself, so it would need to have a rather balanced hilt to adjust for the missing weight. "A scimitar, daggers and throwing knives." She wrote down a few more things before answering the question. "Oh, 'appily! I'm able to bring just bout any element you can think of out of the blade. Wind, fire, even iron itself. But I can do speciality enchantments as well."

"I try to keep meself as sharp as possible when it comes to forging." That was an understatement. Every early morning was spent further perfecting each movement that was required within forging. One would say it was an obsession, others dedication. She just didn't want to piss off uncle by having to admit she had missed an entire day of forging. "I can understand wanting to stay mobile, it's good when you've got a slim build like yers." Assassins and other roguish individuals were a common customer of her little smithy.

"Introductions! I completely forgot." Thyri flashed a wide grin towards the woman as she gave a nod of her head. A sign of respect in return. "Thyri Sigtrygg. Owner of this little smithy."
Bob
The champion watched Thyri flip through her order book. It looked like she was usually decently busy. That was good; she seemed kind and friendly, people like that deserved success. Her previous thoughts pricked her like a thorn, the book Thyri was reading all too much an unsuspected surprise. A blank look took over her face momentarily as she thought. The details were far too similar to Kairos' situation, and she was certain she'd made trouble for him; she'd certainly forced him into solitude, so cruelly, after welcoming into her family, her innermost sanctum. She thought with a pang that he didn't have to be lonely if he didn't want to be; he was charismatic enough, certainly attractive enough. The same could be said for her, but she felt she'd learned her lesson. Though she yearned for real connection, any kind at all, it felt too much a path to giving someone power over her again. She shuddered at the thought. No matter how strong or successful she became, that fear remained, lodged deep.

Putting on a small smile, only a fraction strained if Thyri was perceptive enough to catch it, she wanted to share the blacksmith's joy but just couldn't summon it. She spoke with a mixture of amusement and sadness, **"Well, at least he tried. I'm sure he's all the better for it. And yes, the house is... Very quiet. My mother still lives there, but she tends to keep to herself or with her friends."** She found herself compelled to continue speaking, the words tumbling out of her mouth quickly, **"Unfortunately I chased away the only other person who might brighten up the place."** She laughed softly and dismissively before realizing, with great horror, what she'd just said.

Hoping the other woman would let that comment slide, she hastily and energetically started talking about the enchantments, **"Oh! Well, if it's too much trouble, we can find something else for my son's blade. I don't want it to be too much trouble..."** She trailed off into nervous laughter, berating herself terribly in her mind. What the *Hell* Was she doing? This was *Incredibly* Unlike her. She tended to be composed to a *Fault*. She could change her demeanor as easily as one puts on or removes a mask. But she was fumbling... The thought plagued her again, not for the first time in the last few months, that he *Might* Have been right. She was losing her edge, and it certainly wasn't Elira's fault... So it must be hers. She was genuinely curious about an iron enchantment, **"Iron? What does that entail? More knives coming out of the knives?"** She laughed with true amusement this time; *That* Would be something to see. **"My magic is primarily charm-based, some nature elements like wind, sands... You know, desert elements."** She perked up a little in getting to brag, **"I can do** ***Some*** **Druidcraft, but it isn't much. Mostly just helping plants grow more or be healthier. Pretty useful in the desert."** She tilted her head to the side, **"Any enchantments that you think might compliment those things?"** 

**"Spoken like a true master of your craft. A love of learning is essential to be great at anything. I really admire in that others."** The lonely Desert Flower found herself inexplicably comfortable around Thyri. She didn't know if it was her direct honesty, her country accent, her jovial attitude, her complete lack of pretense, or some combination. But she was understanding her earlier slip up a little better now. It created a blossoming curiosity in her mind about the woman.
Sarah
As she moved the book to the side, she took a step away from the counter for a moment, opening one of the many cupboards behind her and taking a moment to survey the crates that were hidden within. After a moment of decision making, she eventually pulled out one of the many crates to place on the nearby counter. "Steel is alright, aye?" People certainly had their preference on what their weapons were made from. She had some rather interesting options that she had to create full customer orders for. It was usually rich snobs who wanted something unique, with the knowledge that no regular person would ever hold something similar. She always made *Them* Pay for the materials, of course. She wasn't going to be breaking the bank just for one man's sword. But they were some of the most entertaining weapons to create.

"Aye, that's true. He's much better at actually communicating now. Took up after our ma, does plenty of jewelry." It had been so long since she spoke about her brother to someone. In a way, it felt strange, like she was speaking about a long forgotten subject. The next words spoken by Amunet were quite surprising. She had heard plenty of the elderly ladies within the market speaking about chasing people off, but she hadn't expected a customer to be doing it, and judging by how quickly she moved on, she likely hadn't meant to. A hum escaped her as she allowed the topic to move on. She wasn't going to go and pry into a person's private life when they had only just met.
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"Oh, it's not trouble at all! I pride meself on working through these enchantments. Gotta learn the language some'ow." She flashed a wide grin as she brought out a few extra tools. It would take a few long nights within the shop, but if she was able to connect a protection enchantment to a blade then she would have a grand new business venture to start. The crumbling composure did not go unnoticed by Thyri, but it did go unmentioned. "Iron is an interesting one. Lemme show ya..." Fishing underneath her counter, she brought out a small dagger with intricate runes upon the blade and a old dented chestplate. It was clearly meant to go on a training dummy, but Thyri simply placed it onto the ground and took a few steps back. With a shout, she slashed through the air with the blade, and a thin stream of iron shot out. It was quick to slam into the armour, leaving a good hole near the midriff before the iron slowly began to evaporate. "Wish the iron would stay, but it's magic." Listening to the magic that the woman had, Thyri rapped her fingers against the wood as she spoke. "Charm based... Could go with an illusion. For yer sand, could put something molten in it? Sands damn good for 'olding a bit of burning metal."

The compliment caused the woman to laugh and scratch the back of her neck. "Ah, yer too kind. I just pride meself on giving the best to my customers." The heat within the smithy was surprisingly comfortable, even though the forge in the back was still blazing. If one looked carefully, they might notice specific runes around the building designed to protect against heat. Thyri had certainly made efforts to make the building a comfortable place.
Bob
Now intrigued and with a thread to pull on that didn't touch her sorrow, Amunet watched the woman with bright eyes. She seemed careful, deliberate, in her selection amongst the crates. These were traits Amunet liked in her allies. For a split second she thought it could be a good trait in a friend, too, if she could manage to let that happen. Letting that train of thought slip away, she replied cooly, **"Oh yes, as long as it's strong and well-made, I trust your judgment on material. If it was a show piece, I might look at other materials, but for my son,"** Her brows furrowed a little, hinting at the danger that would befall anyone who harmed him, **"I want something he can use to defend himself well, should it come to it."** She hated that she couldn't be with him always, to keep him safe and sheltered in her arms, but he had to learn to fight his own battles. Hopefully this would help. 

Amunet's smile widened, gesturing with a sweeping motion of her jewelry-covered arms, **"Does he, now? I might have to pay him a visit. I do have a weakness for good jewelry."** Amunet noted the mild change in Thyri's eyes, talking about her brother. She was very thankful for the blacksmith's dismissal of her sudden outburst; she heaved an internal sigh of relief. She nodded happily at the protection enchantment not being too much work; it would certainly put her mind further at ease about Sassan's safety. Watching the demonstration of the iron magic, she only lifted one thin brow, an amused smile on her lips; it didn't at all betray her astonishment at such magic coming out of a blade. She'd seen a lot of magical weapons, but other than Kairos, she'd never seen anyone else do metallurgy; she found it quite impressive. Again she spoke without thinking, but in a more relaxed, wistful way, **"I know someone who would enjoy such magics, and while fascinating, I don't think the iron is quite right for me."**

The baroness laughed a little conspiratorially, almost purring out, **"Oooo, I like the sound of illusions, though. That could be right up my alley."** She looked thoughtful for a moment, **"The molten metal, I would have to think on... It feels a little... Extreme, for my tastes."** Recalling her recent encounter with the pirate, she reconsidered, **"Well, there** ***Might*** **Be times I want to be that... Severe. Could it be put on one of the daggers? And perhaps the illusion on the other?"** She felt invigorated in a way she hadn't in a while, talking weapons, especially with another woman. It was generally some old or ornery man, half the time ogling her and teasing that surely she didn't need such things, they could protect her, so on so forth. 

Amunet waved away Thyri's laughter; it seemed dismissive, and she found she was already feeling... Protective of this woman. **"Not too kind at all. What an excellent business model! You'd be surprised how few are as smart as you are."** She laughed, a musical sound, and quite genuine, **"I'm just so happy you're a woman. These orders are usually a lot less... Enjoyable for me. But this is delightful!"** She certainly enjoyed the warmth of this place; it felt like being home, in the dry heat. But she found the warmth wasn't just coming from the forges. And though she found that somewhat frightening, she decided she owed him at least this much, to *Try* To take a chance to be better, to let more people really know her.
Sarah
Thyri gave a nod. Steel was a good material for defense. Durable and a common forging material, she had plenty of practice with it and would be able to create quite the blade. "If yer wanting a good defense for 'im... I may 'ave a bit of an idea." Thyri hummed for a moment as she pulled out a bit of blank paper, quickly beginning to sketch down a design for a hilt. An L shaped pommel with S shaped quillons. Already she was beginning to draw where the runes could go, a grin starting to appear on her face. "Right. So what I'm thinking 'ere is that whenever the lad needs to defend 'imself, he goes for some good blocks and let's the opponent's weapon slide down the blade and strike against the cross guard. This'll spark the enchantment and push the blade away with a good bit of magic." The idea was to get whoever was attacking to be staggered whenever they tried to strike, whilst also pushing the blade away and giving the boy a chance to counter.

Thyri grinned at the sight of all the jewelry, her brother would certainly love such a customer. She leaned forward and spoke in a hushed tone, as if she was speaking of a conspiracy. "Oi, tell 'im I sent ya and he'll give ya the family discount." Family always got a bit of coin off, it was the law set by their great great grandparents. Something about an old family feud between brothers that no one could really remember the reasoning for, but apparently that little law being set in stone kept their family happy. "Oh! If ya know someone, please do recommend them! I'm always glad to take on new customers." The coin was also welcome, but that wasn't the point. The more repeat customers she has, the more word about her store would travel around the world. One of these days she would be forging for the rulers of nations, and maybe even for the Gods themselves. Probably not, but a girl can certainly dream. She would be happy just having her efforts recognized by the worshippers of Celsus.
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"Illusions it is!" Thyri clapped her hands together in excitement, illusions were a strange and beautiful bit of magic to work with. "Do ya want a specific type, or something more for general usage?" At the question, she gave a proud nod. Putting the enchantments onto daggers to make them work separately would be easy! She was quick to begin on the sketches for the daggers. She'd work through a few designs to see what worked best. For now, she would try a sort of curved dagger she had once seen on her travels. "Speaking about daggers, I've got a special bracer if yer interested." For a moment, Thyri stepped into the forging area, it was easy to hear a few objects moving around before she returned with the item in hand, placing it upon the counter. "Very special one this. One of my best if I say. All ya 'ave to do is touch a weapon by the blade, throw it with the same 'and and then snap yer finger." 

Thyri couldn't help but blush at the compliment, shaking her head and waving her hand as if to dismiss the words themselves. "I ain't that smart, miss. Just doing my best." Laughing once more, she could only scrunch up her face slightly at the next words. "Aye... Many blacksmiths are pretty stressed. It is 'ard work and us female blacksmiths are few and far between. But I'm glad it's been good for ya!" That was always something she wanted to hear. Praise about the service and the place itself! Truth be told, she was the only female blacksmith, other than Celsus, that she actually knew of. It was always rather awkward to be the only female in areas where so many were competing for the best prices and materials.

It was lucky she had her enchantments to get ahead of the rest, and no one could deny her quality.
Bob
Amunet watched happily as Thyri sketched away. Her sketches were also quite good; rough, as any sketch is meant to be, but detailed and easily brought to life the pieces she wanted to make. The champion couldn't hide or diminish her glee and gratitude, and frankly she didn't want to, **"I... Wow, Thyri! That sounds** ***Perfect*** **! I've taught him everything he knows, he'll be able to make excellent use of such magic."** Her smile was warm like the sun in its authenticity, **"I can't thank you enough for this!"** She was *Definitely* Tipping Thyri a significant sum.

Seeing the other woman lean forward, Amunet did so as well, curiosity coloring her features. She spoke in a cheery whisper, **"I'll certainly do so!"** At the suggestion of recommending, she leaned back, kneading her hands together a moment before saying softly, looking off into the shop, **"I doubt I'll see him again. And I'm even more doubtful he'd take my recommendations... We didn't exactly split on good terms."** One hand went to nervously twine and untwine her hair around her fingers. Something about Thyri felt... Like a sister, and she wanted to get to know her. So she needed a tactic like she would in any battle, and she had decided that dropping small crumbs would be one of them. If the woman continued to be all business, maybe a friendship wasn't meant to be.

Refocusing on the questions about illusions, she answered with certainty, **"General would probably work best, as I'm in many different kinds of situations and don't want to be tied to anything too specific that can't be versatile."** Her light blue eyes lit up at the bracer and its description, **"Can I see it? I'd like to feel its weight. And what does it do when you snap?"** Something that enchance her thrown weapons could be quite useful, as they were her only means of attacking at range.

Amunet frowned slightly at her quick dismissal. **"Well, your best is pretty damned good, from what I can tell. Pardon me, I know I don't know you, but... You seem to be selling yourself quite short. I've never seen enchantments like many of the ones you're offering me. Your craft is** ***Quite*** **Unique."** Pointing at the sketches, she added, **"And your drawing is pretty good too. I'm the Champion of Elira, I know about beauty. You can trust me."** She smiled in a way that brokered no argument, her chin held high. 

She couldn't help rolling her eyes a little, as she felt Thyri wouldn't rebuke it or judge it, **"I can understand the stress, but..."** She hit the counter lightly with a fist, **"I just want to be able to maintain or get new weapons without feeling like I have to clock a guy. It's terribly annoying."** She laughed nervously again, **"Oh hells, I sound like the spoiled noble I am, don't I?"** 

Dropping small things about herself to gauge Thyri's interest and reaction weren't her only tactic. She also planned to go on the offensive, and see how that panned out. She schooled her expression somewhat and summoned up all the warmth and invitation she could, soft eyes and soft smile, **"If you don't mind my asking, when you were speaking about your brother earlier, it seems you miss him or some such."** She ventured forward gently, **"Yet you're recommending me to his shop, so I assume it's also in the city... Do you not see each other?"** Perhaps it was too forward, but she *Was* Genuinely curious.
Sarah
"Grand!" She couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh at the acceptance. It was always so fantastic to get the right idea across in the first go. But it was the perfect enchantment to place onto a sword for enhanced defenses. Maybe she would put something similar onto her hammer, but then it would likely be a pain to deal with when she was forging. Perhaps it was finally time to get a second weapon for herself. A arming sword would be a fantastic secondary if she were to lose her maul.

The words did bring a slight frown to her face, it didn't sound like it had been a particularly joyful time for the woman. Despite her initial attempts at trying to stay away from a customer's private life, it seemed like the elderly ladies in the market were rubbing off on her as she spoke. "Cannae say I'm the best to speak on such a thing, but ye were both friends, at least I'm assuming ye were. If the two of ya were close, then I am sure that he'd be 'appy to make amends." That was how it usually worked back home. When she and her old friend group fought, they would always be back to buddies either within the hour or by the morning. Though this might be a bit more of a delicate relation. "Sometimes... Not trying to find the person to say yer apologies is what makes them leave for good."

But she wasn't going to be avoid her little work even during the conversation. "General will be easy enough." But now she got to talk about her little bracer, and her eyes lit up like pure fire. "Go right ahead! Put it on if ya feel like. Call it the 'Swift Return'. Meant for people who like to stay at range but always seem to be finding themselves running just a bit short of tools. From the moment ya touch the blade, it puts a temporary enchantment on it, when ya snap yer finger, it comes right back to hover in front of the gauntlet, works with arrows as well. Can tell ya 'ow it works if ya want." Oh, she could go for *Hours* If she was allowed.
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Thyri was quick to start blinking in surprise as the woman revealed who she truly was. "Wait, yet the *Champion* Of Elira? I 'ad no clue." She couldn't help but be shocked for a moment, before eventually giving a laugh. "Sorry, I ain't really been taught in no fancy ways of greeting." She was a country girl, plain and simple. Sure, she might have lived within the city, but she was here for work. When she was done, she would simply adore being back within her family's forge.

"Ah, I didn't mean it as an excuse. I know they can be twats. Just meant that they get so stressed that they seek out relief wherever. Even if it turns them into a proper dick." She couldn't help but laugh at the words, shaking her head. "Ah, yer fine, miss. I tend to avoid the blaggards meself if possible." It was fairly easy since none of them wanted to have to have their smithy near hers.

However, the question that soon followed did cause Thyri's expression to sour slightly, before eventually turning into a somber smile. "Well, I ain't seen my brother in two years." She shook her head as she pushed herself back into a standing wobbling on her heels slightly before returning to standing still. "Family tradition, ya see. When one reaches the proper age, they're sent out into the world and not to return until they've made a proper name for themselves." Thyri soon fell silent, taking a deep breath before exhaling out the mouth. "Last I 'eard he was in Velaris. Probably working with the Artisan guild."
Bob
A wave of warm comfort washed over the champion at the blacksmith's laugh. That was precisely it! Thyri reminded her of younger days when she and her sisters were closer. Now both had married and borne children, fulfilled their duty as she had fulfilled hers... But at a much lower cost. Perhaps that was why she didn't push it as they drifted away. A realization occurred to her, **"One more request, if it's possible. Being a representative of Elira, and my son also by extension, I want his blade to be beautiful. Not in a way that lessens function or form, but some minor adornments at least."** Anticipating what Thyri might say, she added with a friendly smirk, **"Of course, I am happy to pay for or provide any such additional vanity materials."** 

The Wind Dancer quickly noted Thyri's small frown, feeling a mixture of success and validation. Amunet's small smile soon turned to a frown to match Thyri's. **"He was easily the best friend I ever had. But..."** The lump in her throat reminded her to weigh her words carefully, **"I did my best to cut him deep before I left him... Even someone so understanding must have their limits."** Her lips twitched a smile that faded, **"I'm not sure anymore how well I knew him, so I don't know what to expect."** 

A sharp inhale of breath preceded her next words, the thought of never seeing him again striking her as unbearable. She'd let her shame keep her away all these years... But maybe Thyri had a point. **"If you're right, it may already be too late, I fear. So much time has passed. I feel I must put it in Elira's hands, I'm..."** She hated to say the next words out loud but felt it was important, for some reason, to expose this vital flaw, **"I'm too stubborn and indecisive."**

Noting the excitement in Thyri's eyes about the bracer, Amunet wanted to grow and extend that joy. Both to revel in it vicariously herself and as a small thanks for the woman's kind ear to her troubles. Amunet looked over the intricate runes on the bracer, noting they had their own attractive qualities without anything else added decoratively. As she listened to Thyri, she removed the many bangles and bracelets on her right arm. One of them, with a loop that went over a finger, helped conceal the thin scar on both sides of her right hand. She put the bracer on, moving her arm to feel it's weight. It was *Incredibly* Light, to be made of metal. She regarded it admiringly as she spoke, **"I'd love to hear more, and also to try it, if that's ok. Also, could it work with more than one blade at once, like throwing 3 knives from one hand?"**

The Desert Rose smiled brilliantly at Thyri's shock. She had suspected the woman had no clue. **"Don't worry, I'm actually quite glad you're not. And that you didn't recognize me. To be treated like any other person is refreshing."** She had truly been enjoying this in a way that she hadn't enjoyed socializing in quite a while.

Feeling truly saddened for Thyri, as she seemed to really cherish her family, Amunet let the emotion color her features. **"I see. Well, I can't say anything about family politics. I followed mine dutifully until I was 18."** She held up her index finger for emphasis, **"But! If I like your work, and I'm confident I will, becoming the chosen smith of a champion should elevate your name. Also I run in every social circle in the Empire. I can tell anyone you want about you, across all the nations, from high to low born."** She smiled conspiratorially, **"When I'm done with you, you'll be so busy you need apprentices."** At the mention of Velaris, her playful mood fell with a dark chuckle, **"Ah, of course it is! I swear..."** She shook her head, **"Well, in that case, if Elira sees fit to bless me once more, maybe I'll run into Kairos if I go visit your brother's shop."** It was her turn to sigh, but then the ghost of her previous devious grin returned, **"You can't possibly go unnoticed if I recommend you to a demigod."**
Sarah
"An ornate weapon? I certainly can! Perhaps a trim of gold, or some other fine material. Give it a nice shine as well." In her opinion, every blade was beautiful, a true work of art sculpted by the smith within fire. She could understand why most would want a weapon that was visually appealing however, and she would happily comply with such a request. Engraving the runes into a pattern would be a bit difficult, but it wasn't something she hadn't done before. Thyri would make sure to engrave the pommel of the hilt with a similar pattern, after all, mismatching patterns usually gave a weapon a particularly unappealing vibe. If she was to make a weapon for the Champion of Elira, then she was going to make sure it was gorgeous.

"If ya were close, then perhaps a gift? I'm sure ya knew what sorts of things that the lad enjoyed, so perhaps giving 'im a few might show that ya really are sorry?" Gifts were common during apologies in her family, and were always handcrafted. The individual would always make sure to put plenty of work into such an item before giving the apology. "I'm sure he 'asn't changed that much. He's probably still the lad ya always knew and might be feeling just about the same way."

"Stubborn, aye? I can understand that." She was a stubborn bastard herself at times. "But... It might be good to put that stubbornness to good use and just march off to 'im. Keep trying until ya can't try anymore. Gotta make yer own fate sometimes. Can't let the Gods do all the work." She knew the Gods did have plans for each of them, but she also knew that the Gods enjoyed testing them whenever they could. Sometimes, their prayers would not be answered, and they would have to prove their faith even through strife.
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"Ah! Perfect!" Oh boy, now she could go on a proper tangent. "Right, so upon the finger tips are two enchantments. One is a 'eat enchantment which temporarily burns the second enchantment into metal. That enchantment is a connection point for another on yer wrist. The moment the blade leaves yer 'and, an unseen magic wire is connected between the two points, snapping yer finger actives the third enchantment which is on yer palm, and snaps the wire taut. Tension forces it to bring it close, and a final repelling enchantment keeps it from slamming into ya. But ya can do as many knives as ya got fingers!" There were plenty of ways she could go deeper into the explanation of how the magic forces active one another, and how *Perfect* The connection spell was with its seamless attachment of the wires.

 It was good to see that Amunet hadn't minded not being recognized. "Grand! If it's fine with ya then, I'm gonna continue to treat ya just like any other customer I'd 'ave."

To say Thyri was surprised by the words was certainly an understatement. The *Chosen* Smith of a Champion? She had met smiths that had never even *Seen* A Champion before, and yet here she was with the possibility of actually becoming a favoured smith of one? Oh, she was not going to let this opportunity escape her. "T-That sounds amazing! I won't lie, 'aving an apprentice for once might actually do me some good around 'ere." Being able to actually have another person helping around the forge would certainly be useful, especially for larger orders. "A demigod?" The surprises just kept coming, being recommended to a *Demigod* Of all things. Suffice to say, her expression was one of pure joy. Perhaps her dreams of crafting for the Gods were much closer than she realized. She was certainly going to have to put her all into these weapons she was creating.
Bob
At the mention of giving a gift, Amunet's light blue eyes widened, before she went back to fidgeting with a wavy tendril of hair. **"I don't know that any gift could make up for how I acted."** She unconsciously yanked her own hair, scaring herself, then regained most of her composure. **"I'd make an order of you as a gift, but... He's a master of silvermancy and has the ability to store and summon weapons within himself. He hasn't much need of more weaponry."** With a sigh, she added, **"He isn't so much for the material things anyway. If he doesn't hate me, I imagine just talking again would suffice."** A thought occurred to her as she pondered her own preference for jewelry, and with a chuckle she said, **"Though, he does enjoy his piercings... Perhaps your brother would do, if I make it out to Velaris."** She wasn't entirely sure she could just pop up to Kairos with a gift and say sorry. It simultaneously felt too bold and like it wasn't enough.

Thyri's next words struck a different chord in her, one of dread and fear. The duke she so despised, as well as her own late father, used such words as 'making your own fate.' They were convinced they knew better than the gods, or at least at times it felt that way. They were both so determined to shape the world the way they wanted it to be. She couldn't say she didn't do some of the same, but her intentions were worlds apart from what theirs had been. The phrase reminded her of being a pawn, a *Victim*, and she hated the deep, deep fear it stirred. She tried to rein it in, knowing Thyri wasn't deserving of it, but couldn't keep all the coldness out of her voice, **"Perhaps so. But I was forceful in my feelings, my words, when I made the mistake. I won't do it again. If it isn't meant to be, it won't be."**

The ice in her face and voice melted quickly, back to excited warmth, as Thyri explained the bracer. She admired it upon her hand, flexing her fingers, as she listened. **"What fascinating magic! Care if I try?"** She flashed Thyri a smile, and without waiting for an answer pulled a throwing knife out from the bottom band of her cropped shirt. Holding the pointed blade, she flung it gracefully towards the back wall, listened to it whistle through the air a moment, then snapped her fingers right before it hit the wall. The knife hurtled back to her hand, ready to be thrown again. Her face was lit up with delight, **"Oh, Thyri! This will make** ***All*** **The difference when I must fight at range!"** She smirked, **"And reduce my bill for throwing knives."**

Putting the bracer back on the counter, she nodded, **"Oh yes please, I'd much prefer to be just another customer. It's such a rare experience for me."** It gave Amunet immense joy to see how happy Thyri was about the prospect of her continued, perhaps undivided, patronage. She loved helping and elevating people that truly deserved it; she considered it a perk of her position and power. **"Yes, I have many powerful and influential friends. Though I don't always treat them how I perhaps should..."** She crossed her arms as she continued, **"The man you're encouraging me to run to** ***Is*** **The demigod. It's why he's so powerful and giving him gifts is... Difficult. As you can imagine, he doesn't want for much."** Her cool attitude was interrupted by the loud, unceremonius grumbling of her stomach. She sighed, asking Thyri with doubt it would be accepted, **"I don't imagine you can leave the forge much,** ***But*** **I'm in desperate need of some lunch, if you'd like to accompany me. My treat, of course."**
Sarah
Seemed like gift giving wasn't going to be possible. Thyri placed her arms upon the counter and leaned on them, biting her bottom lip as she thought about what could be a good alternative. But she was rather interested in hearing about the magic the individual had. Any form of ferrokinesis was quite sought after within the blacksmith community. "Well, if that won't work... Perhaps a letter? Write down yer feelings and send it to 'im. Might be good to start with distance?" Thyri was praying that she was actually providing some useful advice. Gods above, she needed to listen to the elderly more. She knew it was good to listen to one's elders, even if they usually bore her to death. Hearing that her brother might actually be able to help was fantastic! She'd have to send him a letter to make sure she received a good deal. She certainly wasn't going to allow him to overcharge Amunet. She knew it was quite a problem that he had.

Thyri was able to hear the coldness within the Champion's voice for a moment and couldn't help but glance towards the ground. Seemed like she wasn't doing the grandest in giving advice. Perhaps it simply wasn't her place to speak on it. Brushing a stand of hair behind her ear, she was quick to apologize. "Sorry, I ain't exactly the best person to be speaking about this sorta thing." Fate would have to be the true guide within this little scenario. If advice was unwelcome, then only time would tell what was going to happen with such a relationship. Thyri did hope that it could be mended, she knew friendships were able to withstand quite rough times, and sometimes the best thing was simply to admit one was wrong.

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At the very least, it seemed like Amunet was happy to move onto the bracer. She was quick to nod as Amunet asked for permission, happily watching as the blade flew through the air. The whistle that was heard as it flew back was *Such* A satisfying noise to hear after weeks of hard labour getting the enchantments *Just* Right. Though the best part was seeing the customer's face of joy at such an item. *That* Was the pride of her work, that was what caused her to work hard through the long and lonesome nights with few breaks. "I'm glad ya like it! I'll gladly give ya a good deal on it." Some would say that her tactic of making equipment that reduced the need for a blacksmith was harming her own business. 

Certainly not when tens of others came seeking a similar item.

"Another customer ya are then!" She flung her arms wide and let out a joyous laugh. The knowledge that the person *Was* The demigod mentioned brought a curious look to her eyes. She hummed for a moment as she thought. A simple, yet effective question ran through her mind. If she were a demigod, what would she want as a gift? It would certainly be something to stew over during the night, perhaps get a few good sketches down. She'd have to learn more about the man before she figured anything out. Upon hearing the rumble of a stomach, she couldn't help but let out a small giggle. "I'd love to get a proper meal. Just give me some time to close up for lunch, aye? Don't want the place getting broken into." Laughter escaped her as she moved into the back to quench the forge and lock up the windows. With all her enchanted gear, her store would be quite the prime spot for a bit of thievery. She was lucky that the market watched out for one another, and usually had guards patrolling along the streets. When she was eventually finished, she would meet up with Amunet outside her smithy.
Bob
In response to Thyri's suggestion of a letter, Amunet simply scoffed, raising a brow, before shaking her head no. How could she write about things she wasn't even sure about herself? Though... As of late, it was feeling more and more clear to her that she still cared for him; how could she miss him, if she didn't? The fears that haunted and plagued her, that were responsible for her little outburst that ended things, were still quite present. And she wasn't sure she could let them go or turn them off. A small part of her knew they had, at times, actually protected her; and though what once was helpful was now destroying her life, she found she still couldn't stop. Could he withstand more anger from her? Changing would be a process... Long and arduous, very possible that he caught more of her ire, deserving or not.

At the smith's apology, the champion sighed and rubbed her forehead a moment. **"No, no. Your advice is sound, it makes sense, I just..."** Another sigh, more frustrated this time, but with herself, **"I have to sort myself before I know quite how I want to approach it... Or** ***If*** **I want to approach it."** She gave Thyri a weak smile, **"I shouldn't have burdened you, the fault is mine."** Another regret to add to her list; foolish to take out her frustrations, her troubles on someone innocent. She didn't regret the sharing. She was feeling somewhat relieved by that, actually, despite the lack of a solution. It was just nice for someone to hear her out and be kind in turn.

The surprise in the Rhakotian's eyes was quite genuine at Thyri's acceptance. She even found herself clapping excitedly before she realized she was letting it happen, a broad grin on her face; she exclaimed happily, **"Yes! Oh, of course! And please write me up a receipt for the bracer; I want to know how overmuch I'll be tipping you."** With that she turned to wait outside the smithy, pondering where might be best to eat. She'd long grown used to the stares and whispers of passersby in crowds and paid it no mind, well aware and uncaring that she didn't quite look like she belonged outside a smithy. Though she did return any greedy leering she caught with a glare almost as sharp as her blades; it generally did the trick of dissuading approach or speech. She remembered there was actually a quite excellent stall of Rhakotian food not too far from here; she wondered if Thyri had ever tried it and decided to suggest it.

Food from home made her think about home. Since Sassan needed little from her while attending school and her mother was also there if he had any dire needs, she'd allowed herself to be away for a few months this time. Perhaps it was time to head back home once she'd received these weapons. She couldn't keep running from her pain, that did nothing to actually alleviate it. At least trying to sort her feelings about her father's passing were somewhat easier than those about her former lover. She hadn't been close to her father since he let the duke take advantage of her, willingly, so he could grow his own power. In some ways she was indebted to him; she wouldn't have this life if not for him and his betrayal. But in other ways, she found she missed just *Having* A father, as he'd rarely ever felt like one.

Thyri's exit from the shop was well-timed, pulling her from a path of thoughts that would only anger her. Her mind seemed hellbent these days on taking her down dark paths. Smiling at her new acquaintance, she felt hope for the first time in several years that she'd found someone who could help banish that darkness. **"Have you ever had much Rhakotian food? There's an absolutely delicious stall just down this street."**
Sarah
The scoff caused her brow to perk up. That certainly wasn't the response that she had been expecting, but it was likely better than anything else that could have come. "Ain't a burden at all, lass. Not got a single problem with learning about my customers. If I can 'elp them outside of forging, I ain't got a reason not to." Being kind to another person just made sense to her. They were a person and so was she, so she had no reason not to help as many as she could however she could. Besides, despite everything she could still get a sense of relief within Amunet's eyes, so she had clearly done something right. That was all she needed to know.

Thyri couldn't help but laugh at the clapping. It was a rather cute thing to see. It reminded her of when she was younger and playing with the other kids of the village. She could recall one girl who'd always be moving her hands whenever she was excited, Thyri couldn't remember if she had ever seen that girl sitting still for longer than five minutes. She always had so much energy. More laughter escaped her at the memory, quickly shaking it off as she began to write up the receipt for the bracer. She made sure to give a bit of a discount, she wasn't going to allow herself to be fed for free after all, besides, she was sure that Amunet would never even realize. Giving a nod to the amount, she began to walk towards the exit of her forge, lifting up a large maul and swinging it around to her back, where it latched onto it's hook.
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As Thyri left her smithy, she stretched her arms wide and took in a deep breath through her nostrils, enjoying the fresh air and bustling sounds of the market. She had become quite a common sight, but she could still remember all the stares she had recieved when she first arrived. Not many people saw a woman as large nor as strong as her. She waved to a few of the neighbouring merchants, friendly faces that she had gone drinking with and a few customers she recognized. This had certainly become quite the home for her, and she had to say she was rather pleased with having moved to such a grand city. "Right! So, what's the plan for the meal?" Thyri crossed her arms as she turned towards the Champion. Her arms bulged from the movement. She had taken off her usual gloves, allowing the tattoos to be fully revealed.

"R'aku- Ra'ko-" She shook her head, trying to get control of her mouth. Her accent made it quite difficult to say the word correctly. "R'ake-o-tain? Bah!" Simply pushing forward, she shook her head. "Cannae say I've ever 'ad it. Is it good?" She could have certainly gone for something with a good bit of meat in it. She would absolutely *Devour* A rabbit stew if she could. Pot and all. Working in a forge certainly built up quite the appetite. She was already beginning to make her way towards the stall, mer mouth watering at the mere thought of what delicacies were awaiting. If there was an option for something sweet as well, she was practically going to make a second home *Right* Beside the stall just to get her lunch.

Homecooking was never her specialty, so her meals were usually rather bland. She still remember when that fine young lad had come round to her smithy and brought some proper fine meals. She had eaten *Good* That week. She was still rather sad that she never saw him again. Never really did find out what happened to him. A mystery that would have to be solved at a later date, clearly.
Bob
Amunet's sky-colored eyes blinked a few times at Thyri's bulging muscles; they were even *More* Impressive when on display like *That*. She giggled a little to herself to think of how many men would love to so genuinely impress her. In all honesty, she cared little for such things. Fitness was attractive, of course, but she knew better than anyone that beauty was only skin deep; she was far more interested in what lurked in people's hearts. Thyri's attempts at saying the word were adorable, and the champion certainly wouldn't be busting her chops for struggling. She'd struggled well enough herself to learn all the languages of the empire and still didn't sound *Great* At some of them. 

A small laugh and a raised brow accompanied her words, **"Well, I think the food is amazing, but I'm rather biased. It's from my home, the deserts to the east of here. It tends to be quite flavorful, full of spice. I think you'll like it."** Once they got to the stall and through the quickly moving line, Amunet made their order in Vaedric, the language of her people, the old woman behind the counter giving a toothy smile that had a few gaps. She handed a bowl back to Thyri that contained small rice-like pasta, fava beans, okra, and chunks of venison kebab, keeping one such bowl for herself. Continuing to talk and gesture in her own tongue, she got another bowl to share with Thyri of small, round donuts that had been soaked in syrup and dusted with sugar. Leaving one bowl on the counter, she fished out a generous amount of coin, handing it to the old woman with a bow of her head. The old woman waved as if to refuse, but Amunet took her wrinkled hand and pressed the coins in anyway, squeezing with both before grabbing her bowls and turning to leave.

Walking down the street to a nearby plaza with benches, Amunet took a seat on one, sitting the bowl of donuts beside her. **"Those are to share, donuts soaked in syrup."** Taking a bite from her own bowl, she watched Thyri out of the corner of her eye, **"I'm terribly curious what you think. And won't be offended if you don't like it."** She basked in the flavors of home, resolving to head back as soon as she could. Feeling bold, she ventured, **"I've heard a little about your family but... Is there anyone special in your life? I'm absolutely being nosy, and you can tell me to butt out."** Her happy, peaceful expression said she was happy to just talk to Thyri.
Sarah
So, they were going to be having a meal from her homeland. This was going to be an interesting one. She was going to trust what Amunet said about it and believe it'd be good, but she had to admit she was quite nervous about the spices. She was *Not* Good with spices at all. But, she'd go through with it just to try it out. After all, the last time she had anything spicy was when she was a child, and she was sure that her palate had grown up with her. Thyri stood to the side as Amunet placed the order, and soon taking the bowl she was handed. It certainly wasn't what she had been expecting, but it had meat in it. It couldn't be that bad, right?

"So, what is this called?" As they made their way over to the plaza, she couldn't help but keep looking over the meal. It was certainly different from her own homecooked meals back in the Capitol. At the mention of the donuts however, there was an obvious glint of excitement within her eyes. Oh, she knew those were going to be absolutely *Incredible*. She was struggling not to grab a handful and just scoff them down. But for now, she had her own bowl to try. She took a moment to look down at it before she took her first bite, a strange look appearing on her face. "It is... Not what I expected at all. It certainly ain't bad. Just when ya said it was full of spice I thought it would be a bit 'otter. Kinda nice." She was quick to get a second bite, to keep the flavours within her mouth for as long as possible.

However, when she was asked the question, she merely gave a small laugh as she shook her head and waved her hand in denial. "Nay nay. I've not really 'ad the chance for anyone to 'ave a proper go at me. There was this one young lad a while back who cooked me dinner a few times. Dunno where he's run off to now, but last I 'eard he was at the academy." Now, it was her turn to turn her grin onto Amunet, leaning forward slightly. "What about ya? Ya said yer son was getting into college, so who's the lucky man?"
Bob
Watching her new friend with contained amusement, Amunet ate slowly. **"This isn't exactly one dish, so it doesn't quite have a name. It's a few different dishes all shoved into one bowl."** She pointed at each thing as she identified it, **"Venison kebab, okra, fava beans, and the pasta is called orzo."** The champion smiled knowingly at her comments, **"Yes, it isn't spicy in a hot way. It's more... Multiple combinations of flavor. Sweet, savory, minty, earthy."** She heaved a sigh of relief; both that Thyri was enjoying it and just enjoying the small comfort the food brought her. A devilish grin overtook Amunet's face for a moment, **"At the academy, eh? You don't have to leave the city to find him, then. For all your pushing me to go find someone across many miles, you haven't even taken a short walk to find your man."** She huffed playfully at Thyri, raising her brows as she teased, **"I see how it is..."** After taking a few more bites, she added more sincerely, **"I could help you find him, if you like... I'm quite good at tracking people down."**

The champion very nearly spat out her mouthful of food at Thyri's question. Recovering a little clumsily, the heat rising in her cheeks giving her coppery skin a slight glow, she spluttered, **"What do you mean?! I already said..."** With an exasperated sigh, she stated, **"The man I've told you about, Kairos Ordo, Demigod of Storms and Seas, is the** ***Only*** **Man I've ever had any relationship with. Though now there's no luck to it, only my own idiocy."** She stabbed at her bowl of food with her fork in irritation, at herself, not at her companion. Her tone turned dark though her face remained mildly irritated, **"As for Sassan's father, he was an evil bastard executed for treason before Sassan was born. I was** ***Very*** **Happy to see him done in."** Turning to the bowl of donuts she plucked one and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing angrily. With a deep breath, eyes closed, she managed to return to her normal demeanor, only a little diminished. 

**"If I get the chance to make things right with Kairos, I'd like to try... But the fears that made me lash out before are still very present."** Her brows furrowed as she continued eating, **"It's very likely I lash out again... He may not want to deal with it, and I wouldn't blame him. Though my body heals extraordinarily well, my heart is another matter, and those wounds are so deep..."** She stared out blankly at the crowd for a moment before putting on a small smile, **"And that's a box I don't particularly feel like opening. Enough of dark matters!"** She elbowed Thyri gently, **"Is serving a champion of the gods enough fame to go to see your family?"** She was finding herself quite genuinely invested in helping Thyri find success, and such a sweet, warmhearted person deserved to be surrounded by the love of her family. Amunet beamed happily up at Thyri, feeling more at ease than she had in quite a long time.
Sarah
The meal not having a proper naame was quite the surprising thing, she was used to most meals being named this or that, but she supposed it made sense if it was a few dishes shoved together. She had to say, the venison was definitely growing on her. The fava beans, not so much. But she could stand them with the pasta. The combination of the flavours was certainly correct. If she had to describe it as anything, it was earthy. "Nah nah, I tried looking at the academy. He weren't there. Boy's practically vanished off the planet." It was frustrating, especially since she had actually taken a day off to try and find the lad. A whole day of customers gone, and she hadn't even succeeded in her search! Though, it seemed like no one had known where the poor lad had went, so for all she knew he had died on some sort of adventure or moved to a different kingdom altogether. "If ya can find 'im, I'll gladly give ya a reward." If Amunet was a good at tracking people down as she said, maybe she could put in a little order for the rat that stole from her. Her annoyance at the mere thought was visible on her face.
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Thyri couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the flustered sight of Amunet, she slapped her thigh as laughter escaped her, quickly doing her best to shake out the laughter as to not anger her companion. "Alright, I'll lay off it for now. But Sassan's father was a traitor? Was it 'ard on the poor lad? Growing up without the father in the picture. I've 'eard stories that it can make kids... Rebellious?" Thyri had no clue about being a mother, nor had she even really thought about it in her life, but that didn't mean she wasn't a woman. There had been plenty of gossip back in her home village, and even if she was often busy with her work, there was naught she could do to escape it. Now that Amunet had taken a donut, Thyri grinned as she took one for herself. A childish grin appeared on her face as she popped it into her mouth, feeling the syrup melt against her tongue "Ah, that's good."

She hummed as she listened to Amunet's words. She could understand it. Pain of the heart was certainly a cruel punishment for being a human, a wound that one was unable to heal even with the most grand of spells, mages and alchemists, and if the rumours were true and Champions truly had immortality, then it could have been a lifelong punishment. But, she was happy to move along to another topic if the Champion so wished. "Ah, I bloody 'ope so. My uncle served... I believe three. So, if he was able to 'ead back 'ome after all of that, then I'm sure I will be!" There was an aching part of her heart that doubted it would be enough. She hadn't had her own shop for very long, and it was likely that her family would believe that she had to be out in the world for longer. But still, her heart was full of hope, as it always was.
Bob
The champion watched with interest as Thyri's expression went from hopeful while talking about the boy to annoyed. She was curious about what caused the transition but would let it go for now; she was a little worried she might've pried too much already. Nodding, getting to the bottom of her bowl, she spoke matter-of-factly, **"It's typically criminals or other evil-minded people I'm hunting, so they leave various trails that I know how to follow. An average person might be more difficult, but I'd be happy to try, reward or no."** A small smile blossomed on her face, along with a faint blush, **"We could call it a favor for a friend."** For she felt that was really what this was becoming, to her fearful but happy surprise. With a noise of exclamation, she added, **"Oh, I'm going to the Academy anyway!! There are some books I need to find in their libraries. So I already have reason to be there. Tell me everything you know about the boy; appearance, habits, personality, all of it!"**

Amunet was emitting a very low sort of growl of irritation, incredibly unbecoming, before Thyri stopped laughing and switched topics. With a significant sigh, no longer having the energy nor feeling the need to fix her face, she let the weariness wash over it, **"Of course it was hard on him."** She was glad she had finished eating by the time they got to this topic, for her appetite was completely gone. She spoke quietly, and Thyri would likely have to lean in a little to still hear her, **"If not for me being blessed by Elira shortly after the Duke's execution, I fear he would've endured terrible things growing up. Luckily, I had my mother's help; hells, I was still a child myself, nearly."** Her brows furrowed angrily for a moment before smoothing back out into an expression of near helplessness, **"My father was little better than the Duke, in my eyes, so I never let him quite fill that role... Kairos was the closest he had, while he had him."** She turned a sad smile on her friend, **"He's only really been anything near rebellious since I drove Kairos away. I think he'd gotten accustomed to not having any father figure, so it was fine until I showed him what that could be like..."** Her words trailed off, along with her distant expression.

Also happy to move on, Amunet hummed with approval, **"Three?! Really? That's astounding! I've yet to even meet another Champion... I thought we were more rare. Thyri's hope was somewhat contagious, as the Desert Flower found she was feeling it too, **"Well, one way or another, I really do believe things will work out for us, you know?"** Feeling a little better, she took one more donut, **"It might be messy, but, sometimes that's more fun!"** And, she found, the messier paths often held more lessons.
Sarah
"A favour for a friend? Sure!" That was something she would happily take, though it would mean she would owe Amunet for something. Thyri was not the kind to allow debts to lay, and was already thinking of how she'd pay back such a favour. From what she was able to tell, with Amunet seeming to enjoy quite lavish things, it might be best to send a letter to her mother. She always had been quite the seamstress. Thyri was nearing the end of her bowl at the same time, having had quite the appetite. The blacksmith was rather surprised to hear that she already had plans to visit the academy, and laughter once more escaped her at the persistence in questions. "Aye, I shall! Gods, where to start..." Thyri fell silent for a moment, letting out a hum before returning to the topic. "Well, the lads a 'alf 'uman. Part drow I'm pretty sure. Uh... Ah right. Hes part of the Archduke of Velaris' family. Kindly boy, a damn good cook." From what she was describing, he certainly sounded like quite the high value individual.
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A somber look appeared on her face as she heard Amunet's story. It certainly had been rough for the poor girl, and Thyri felt like she could almost see the years within her eyes. She place and empathetic, if not a bit rough, hand onto the Champion's shoulder, and gave a kindly smile as she spoke. "If ya ever need a place to just escape from it all for a while, my smithy is always open. Might not be fit for a Champion of Elira, but it's a 'omely place." It wouldn't be the first time she allowed someone new to sleep within her smithy, though the first had been a rather small goblin that she now had as an assistant from time to time. It was still so odd that she seemed to be passing down her talents to a goblin of all things. But she was happy to move onto the topic of her uncle to keep her friend in good spirits. "Aye. He roamed around as a smith back in 'is days. Guess he stumbled upon them during 'is travels. I'm not surprised, if ya think I'm a 'alf decent smith, he might as well be Celsus herself!" It was obvious she looked up to her uncle quite a bit, and it was hard not to. After he had taught her everything she knew, and even tried to teach her his little secret. She was sadly not smart enough to understand all the small moving parts that he used in his smithing.
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"But don't you worry, you Champions are still bloody 'ard to find!" Thyri's grin appeared on her face once again as she glanced at the Desert Flower. "I 'ave to agree. Just need to 'ope that everything will turn out well." In her opinion, every path was a messy path. There would always be an issue here or a problem there. That was the fun part, figuring out the best way to work around it. Even if her method when she came to a wall was to push through it.
Bob
The Champion listened intently to Thyri's description and began to understand that her new friend seemed to be one to undersell things. This seemingly random boy was a noble, and somewhat high-ranking too. That might make him easier to find, though. She was wondering to herself, with some amusement, if Thyri might pass her off to others as "A girl from the deserts" Or some such; but honestly, the lack of pretense was so refreshing, she found she didn't mind. Nodding resolutely, she declared, **"I can't promise results, but I'll do all I can to find him."**

A soft chuckle escaped her at the smith's offer. **"Oh, homely sounds lovely. And just what I need, I think, sometimes."** A small voice somewhere in the back of her mind urges her to let someone take care of *Her* For a while, but she brushed it off. **"Despite my tastes, I would never turn up my nose at such a generous offer. But for now, once my business concludes here, I really should return home for a while."** The guilt waited at the edges of her mind, ready to pounce, but she didn't want to let go of this moment just yet. Offering a deep, warm smile, a tiny glimpse of her heart, she tried to encourage her, **"I can tell you're not where you want to be yet, but I really do think you're on your way. I daresay, if you continue at the current rate, perhaps you can even surpass your uncle in skill."** She nodded, rather matter of factly, as if it was the clearest, simplest truth.

Standing and taking both bowls when they were done, returning them to the stall, then coming back to her new friend, she put a soft hand lightly on Thyri's shoulder, sighing, **"Unfortunately, I need to tend to other business now. But it was such a a pleasure to meet you, my friend."** Her voice faltered, ever so slightly, over the word; she couldn't remember when she'd last said it and *Meant* It. **"I'll return in several days, once my other business concludes, to collect the bracer and the order. I look forward to seeing you then."** As she left to make her way to her next meeting, she found she couldn't stop smiling. It was nice to have something to actually look forward to.