"[color=9e0b0f]Aye,[/color]" he remarked as he waved the Dust admirer towards the private rooms, "[color=9e0b0f]Sounds a right bit o' bad luck there. An' no one was with ya? Now this is a Huntress I'd give me back to.[/color]"
	The smithy's hands then planted firmly on the counter as he shot Trey a glare. His backtalk was definitely not appreciated.
	"[color=9e0b0f]Listen boy'o, I've half a mind to lift you off your stool and plant you on the street. I know you come in here a lot, and by the gods you're good business, but we have standards for a reason. Most Dust crystals can't take that kind of noise. And you're right next to the finished pieces. I have t' sell those ya' know?[/color]" the man fumed.
	"[color=9e0b0f]Now you,[/color]" he continued, gesturing towards the Faunus boy, "[color=9e0b0f]Open work shop's just back here,[/color]" he thumbed gruffly towards the back wall and the curtain over the passage behind his left shoulder, "[color=9e0b0f]Private rooms cost more. Two are in use. Third room's reserved.[/color]"
	However, his demeanor shifted almost instantly as another familiar face walked it.
	"[color=9e0b0f]How ya doin' lass?[/color]" he greeted jovially, "[color=9e0b0f]Back to sharpen the ol' ax I see. Take your time. I'll pick up the Lien on your way out. Good ta see ya.[/color]"
	The large man then used his considerable forearm to wipe his brow of some emotional sweat. After letting out a breath to cool his head, he looked back out over the yard and the street beyond it.
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	The entirety of the morning and afternoon had been taken by meticulous work. Dust working, in fact. Powdering, shaping, and combining Dust crystals into her own unique blends. She hadn't minded when another Huntsman or Huntress took up shop next door, and began hammering out some metal of some sort- and the relative quiet that followed wasn't bad either. However, as she turned to reach for a case in which to load her mixed Dust, the sounds of somewhat hysterical speech cut her concentration.
	A woman wearing a wide hood, her mouth covered in a dark blue scarf, strode out of her claimed compartment and gave a look that drifted somewhere between quizzical and judgemental to the two girls. The woman in blues and greens stepped forward with a purposeful stride, peeking at them over a multi-lensed Dust examination glass.
	"[color=00aeef]I hate to be a bother, but could you maybe keep it down?[/color]" her tone than immediately shifted, becoming far more friendly, "[color=00aeef]Oh, I'm sorry. I can see I'm inturupting something. I'll just be on my way.[/color]"