[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c4df9b]Priscilla Harker[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=c4df9b][b]Location:[/b][/color]The Artistic Demonstration  
[b][color=c4df9b]Skills:[/color][/b] None
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	The journey was rather curious. Mosi was really wondering as of why the traffic was in the state it was. What could it have been? She didn't quite decide to get the answer though. The priority was the event they were already late for. She just looked out the taxi. Ahh a city during the night, always an intriguing and mysterious sight, filled with possible wonders and mysteries to discover. As they neared and Akhmed helped them out one by one, it was truly a gentlemanly action from him, so she gave him a big smile." Thank you, Akhmed." She added with a respectful nod on her side too.

	The sounds of a smith were unmistakable. As soon as Mosi heard the sound of metal hitting hot metal she knew it and her focus shifted completely onto it as they walked. She threw casual glances to the different stalls, but it was mostly a look of passing than any current interest in them.

	[i][color=c4df9b]'Ahhh water quenching.'[/color][/i] Mosi smiled at the scene. The man who taught her smithing did show her how to do it and she did use it in many occasions, but overall most smiths she knew of at least knive and blade ones used oil. As oil lessened the chance of the blade snapping in two during the quenching. She on the other side was of the opinion that if the smith did the job right, there was no need to rely on that. She felt her hand clench into a fist a few time as if wanting to grab a hammer.

	As the man came over to introduce himself, Mosi could see he indeed had the body of a smith. THe mannerism of smiths wasn't unfamiliar to her nad she had gotten more than used to people just cleaning their hands in their shirts. She herself often did the same, after all if the cloth's already drenched in sweat and darkned from the coal and metal dust, might as well wipe your hands in it instead of a new clean one.

 	[color=c4df9b]"Pleasure to meet you, mister Aton. My name is actually Priscilla Harker, but I do prefer being called Mosi."[/color] Mosi greeted, explained her name, took off her hat with a smile and reaching a hand for a handshake. [color=c4df9b]" No, it's the other way around actually I believe.[/color]" She added with a sly smile.[color=c4df9b]" I wanted to attend your display, and he decided to escort me with the fair lady. That's an impressive piece you quenched, would you mind if I take a look at it?"[/color] She asked with open clear interest.