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Red	Aug 23 2008, 04:48 AM
Advanced Member Posts: 62 Group: Mod Member #23 Joined: August 10, 2008	It had been an eerily quiet evening, even though the grinding and clanking of metal could always be heard from her little shop-house. Welheim's Arms read the small, easily unnoticable sign above the door. It was meant not to draw attention. She only dealt with people she knew and trusted. Granted, her trust with some customers were stretched thin. She couldn't be as picky as she liked if she wanted to keep her home and put food in her family's stomachs. Even the small shack of a house could be passed without a glance. It was the most uninteresting piece of architecture on the street. It was located a short distance from the market in the slum part of the residential area, right on your way to the lower levels of the city. It was always a bit dark there, but dim lanterns were hung on either side of her door to help. Ammie sat indian style on top of her work bench. It would definately be able to support her small figure as she bent over an array of half put-together gadgets and gears. Every time she would add a part, it would slide into place with a metallic hiss. When it didn't, like for instance, now, she would climb off the bench and make her way back to her fireplace, holding it over with a pair of long tongs until it softened enough to work with. This fireplace was the one and only reason she even considered learning magic. It had no other usefulness for her but this. The girl continued to glance at her front door every ten to fifteen minutes, expecting her little brothers to come storming in. They ought to be back soon... She wasn't going to have much time to make dinner tonight.


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