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	Annalise could sense the faintest sense of malice emanate from Nephele at the mention of "hatchling", before it quickly faded as Nephele tried her best not to remember a former person in armor that had grossly underestimated her. However, she smiled slightly at the insult being turned towards Annalise herself. [color=A9A9A9][b]"I have time. Come, let's give you a proper tour of the Guild's facilities,"[/b][/color] she said, before leading Annalise in the OPPOSITE direction of the forge, figuring that she'd naturally want to see the rooms first, which lacked metal, then back downstairs for the bathroom which was largely porcelain, which hid the juicy iron the hidden slime so sought. After the stables, the piece de resistance would come in the form of Nephele walking her into the forge. 

[color=A9A9A9][b]"And here is where guild members maintain their equipment, or request that those with the adequate skills create new items for them. Judging from your armor, you will be frequenting this little stop quite a lot, Miss...oh my."[/b][/color] Nephele said, a bit embarrassed at never having asked for the woman's name. [color=A9A9A9][b]"My apologies, what was your name again?"[/b][/color] the dragoness would ask, still too close for comfort, her eyes practically shimmering as she took in the substantial value of the armor Annalise bore. And that hammer...she had to restrain herself from trying to touch the gem-encrusted metals before her, just on account of their majesty. If Annalise looked real hard, she'd see Nephele's tail swishing behind her, betraying her rather stoic facial expression.