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The doors to the market opened, as a flood of people streamed in. They were all odd looking to the Hieme, as all of them had darker skin. However their skin was hard to seen so tightly bundled up. Fei'eth had all his goods on display, and it didn't take long before he had a crowd. Other blacksmiths questioned where he had come from, as his tent had appeared over night. A couple of blacksmiths came over to inspect his work. They nodded their approval, there would be professional respect between them. Though Fei'eth had kept his prices low, there was soon a bidding war for some of the pieces. Before he knew it he had quite a pocket full of gold, and a new order for steel. Hopefully my armour finds good use in the western nation, and hopefully my signature gains some prestige.