[center][h1][color=Silver]Silme Raana[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

A sudden bang of the Smithy's door being kicked open would signal the arrival of Silme, his gilded eyes sweeping the inside of the forge before landing on the bulky frame of the Blacksmith, narrowing ever so slightly as he made his approach. One could tell that he was barely holding back a snarl as he slammed a pair of bulky-looking gauntlets on the counter. Clearly, he was irritated about something.

[color=silver]"Oi, your the blacksmith geezer I hear people talkin' about around here, right? You know anything about workin' Atlas tech? These damn gauntlets have been on the fuckin' fritz since I got here, and despite having taken 'em apart a 100 times, I've not a single, fuckin' clue what Maiden'sname is the matter with the damn things."[/color] He reached forward to flip one of the gauntlets over, showing off the brace of dust vials stored in them as well as an odd looking bit of circuitry. [color=Silver]"I'm convinced there's some sort of issue in both the Aura transference circuits and, more importantly, the dust cartridge system. So once your finished with this ch-"[/color]

The wolf Faunus froze as he turned to see a familiar and very unexpected face, though it didn't last. His glare deepened as he addressed Azu, his distaste for the situation keenly displayed by the way his ears pressed themselves flat against his head.

[color=Silver]"Well well. . . if it isn't Azu. Heh, Small world. . . ain't it?[/color]