From Ashes

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This is the place, this is the time. Bring us up into the light; up through the ashes. Let the one who will rule be born. Let us serve the Lord of the Ashes!

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Owner: The Adversary
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"Make something of the highest quality, and the profit will turn it's self." the blacksmith said with a smile. Faust's eyes moved as the Hieme handed off a pair of gauntlets. He noticed the Hieme inspecting him, "If you are looking for leather, yes I can work it, but I have none right now..." he said. His eyes lowered, which was hard to notice when it came to Hieme, but after being around them for a number of years one began to notice things. "I'm Fei'eth," he introduced himself, "you are?"

"Faust Szevn." Faust replied to the blacksmith's query. "And I'm not in the market for armor at the moment, though I appreciate the offer. I'm sure it would be of the same very fine quality your other works exhibit." he said with a faint grin, nodding back at the crowd of arguing customers fighting over Fei'eth's wares. "The same way they are appreciating it only somewhat quieter." he said with a soft chuckle.

The smile faded as a shiver ran down his spine, and he had the odd feeling of eyes boring into the back of his head. He was being watched. Whether it be with malicious or benign intent, it was still unsettling. Faust slowly turned around a little, his eyes moving over every person behind him until they landed on a single figure. His mind instantly clicked, instinct telling him that this was the person that had set off his personal alarm. Though on first sight he figured it was merely the fact that she had been staring at him that had unsettled him. He could not see nor sense anything dangerous about her.

He blinked and folded his arms over his chest, similar in fashion to the girl's stance, "Is there something about me you find odd?"