Tori walked into Mission. Or, more appropriately, [i]limped[/i] into Mission. Her teeth were clenched slightly and she was holding one of her arms, cradling it close to her chest. She was covered in minor scrapes and bruises, and looked quite irritated with just about everything. She winced as her knee jolted with aches and pains. It would be some time before she would be ready to go back out into the field again, at least if she had to keep walking like this. Sigyn was strapped to her back. One of the gauntlets was dented, the entire side caved in. 

[i]Of course I would run out right when I needed it,[/i] she groused. [i]Of course.[/i]

She strayed onto the main street of the town, ignoring the concerned murmurs that her presence garnered, searching for signs of businesses she wanted to go to before she found an inn. [i]Okay, let's see...I need repairs, I need dust.[/i] Looking down at her arm, she nodded. [i]Somewhere like this should have them both in the same general area.[/i]

Her sharp eyes caught a sign: Core's Hammer. A blacksmith shop, it looked like. She pushed in the door. It was cold out, but she was used to the cold. Upon walking in, though, she was met with a wave of warmth, and unconsciously rolled her shoulders in comfort, despite the aches and pains all over her body. A small smile popped up as she saw a slew of dust crystals and vials underneath the counter, and a big, burly man standing there, white apron signifying his status. She limped up to him, caught his eyes.

"Do you have somewhere I can repair," she slung the damaged gauntlet off of her back and onto the counter in one motion, the heavy metal clanking loudly upon contact, "this thing?"