<div class="floatright">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/dac0/f/2013/002/c/7/tin_street_market_by_noahbradley-d5q5ql7.jpg)</div>Heaford is regarded by most travelers as a relatively safe city, but for one raised among the Anda there is an amount of intimidation that comes from simply having this many people all crushed so closely together.  The city seems simultaneously enormous and tiny, many of the doorways just a bit too small for Phelypsis to use properly and people passing quickly down the streets bumping into each other or gawking.<br/><br/>Said gawking is in exceptional form as she walks down the street wrapped in a sheet but offering a little bit of extra eye-candy all the same.  The demon's body just isn't one that can be contained by a bandeau and it's getting a lot of looks.  For that matter, a fair amount of gawking happens to Nuria hurrying behind (and especially to her hurrying behind), though Nuria has enough of a presence that some of the wiser folks turn away from her before they get caught staring for too long.  Ironic that, she'd probably mind less than the barbarian.<br/><br/>As Phelypsis and moments later Nuria enter the smithy, they find that it is a loud, stifflingly hot place.  There is a small entrance space, a front desk set up with only the most spartan of decoration, a single steel hammer against the wall with the words 'Burissest' and 'Smith' written above it in first Andra, then Common Tongue.  From the back, accessible through an open door-arch sized for taller folk, the roar of the flame can be heard along with a harsh, rhythmic clanking of metal, the smithy at work.<br/><br/>For a brief moment, Phelypsis and Nuria have time to themselves and Nuria's loud comforting of Phelypsis likely went unnoticed for now.  The forge itself is just too loud to hear someone in an adjoining room.  Then the clanking stops and a husky feminine voice calls out, "Someone out there?  Felt the door open, sends a breeze through here..."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/8d/bb/98/8dbb98897225265531cb39cc33c9683b.jpg)</div>After a moment, a tall shape comes from the back, another Andra though not quite as tall as the Delver's barbarian.  Not as full and curvy either, a thin but well muscled woman wearing a tabard that covers very little showing the outside curves of her perky red breasts.  Probably avoiding the heat.  Her pixie cut is shaved on one side and falls haphazardly over her sweat and ash dusted face, pretty features with perhaps a harder jaw than most humans would find appealing.  Her ears twitch as she adjusts her tabard and places herself behind the counter, her lower body hidden behind the wood.<br/><br/>When she speaks, her voice is a little harsh, a little hard, perhaps just business like.  "Don't think we've met.  Burissest.  If you're hear for work, we can talk.  If you're hear to drag me back to the plains, I hope you've got a couple more folks outside."  Her pale yellow eyes glance up and down Phelypsis before pointing a heavy forge hammer adding, "You're a big one, but I'm relatively sure I could take you, so if you're coming on Andra business, you can shove it up your ass and walk out clenching.  If it's something else, then we can head to the back and talk shop."  She regards both Delvers with suspicion on her face, taking up a rag in the hand that isn't carrying a hammer to dab carefully at her face, clearing some sweat from her eyes.