The sand whipped at her hair as Netanya continued to make her way towards Pontius. Grumbling under her breath that it was taking longer to get there than usual, even though it was the same distance - the uncomfortable weather made it seem longer. Finally, her jog came to an end as she came to the building. Quickly stepping underneath an overhang and adjusting her tight pants, and jacket. Once she felt more put together she went into the forge, watching the strong man at work. It was always hot in that room, even when there was no fire, it felt like there was - at least she thought so. Netty rubbed her eyes trying to prevent the sand granules that her eye lashes stopped from now jumping in her eyes.<br/><br/>Once he seemed to be taking a tiny pause between striking the white hot metal she took a step forward and gave a tiny smile.<br/>"Hello, Pontius. I'm here for my blade... that's if you're finished with it. If not I can come back later..."<br/>She looked around admiring the man's work space. It was definitely a profession and place that if you didn't love it, you might go crazy, and from what she could tell he seemed to enjoy it - and was extremely skilled at it.<br/><br/>"Also, I have to thank you for sharpening it for me, I can never get it just right - you know how to do it just right."<br/>She then realized how  what she just said could be completely misconstrued and her face reddened slightly and then her brain reminded her that this was one the reasons that she did not like speaking to people. Her words tended to not come out or sound right.<br/><br/>Netty pulled her hood off her head and shook her hair out, muscling another smile trying to think of small talk to change the subject.<br/>"So... some weather we're having eh?"