It was the hardest choice Azu had ever made in her life. On one hand, she was tired from her trip from Atlas, and the inn she was staying at was right there on her left. She could put her bags and suitcase up, stow her fathers sword, and get some rest before she actually had to do anything. On the other hand, there was a [i]Blacksmith's shop[/i] on her right, and every familiar strike of hammer on metal pulled at her soul, drawing her closer and closer to her inevitable decision. She supposed that it wasn't actually that much of a choice after all, in the end. 

The Huntress-in-training shouldered her way into the Core's Hammer, loaded down with a backpack, messenger bag, her father's sword strapped over her shoulder, and a suitcase trailing behind her like a loyal puppy. She was about to greet the shop owner on instinct when she saw he already had a customer to help, so she held her tongue and turned to look at what wares he had. She longed to own a shop like this one day, to settle down in an out of the way town, make a name for herself among smiths. She wanted this for herself, yet her hunt took priority. Her hunt would always take priority until it was fulfilled. [i]One day, though,[/i] She thought to herself, carefully trailing her fingers down a blade. [i]He can't escape me forever, and once I catch him I can have this again.[/i]

Stirring herself out of her own thoughts, Azu turned to take in the rest of the store. It was a very nice store, and a familiar place for her in spirit. Perhaps she could do some work here during any downtime she got. She sat back on her heels and patiently waited for her chance to speak.