[center][h2][color=DarkOrchid]Iris[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
The gloomy clouds and rain reminded Iris of home. She casually wondered if her people had anything to do with the weather, but did not follow that flimsy thought much further. It has been a long journey, and Iris felt her excitement brewing like a storm inside her as she spotted the large West Gate. Ambition and hope tend to go hand in hand, and Iris had plenty of both. She would continue honing her skills, make her craft known, and save the continent all in one go! At least, that was the plan. 

As she walked along the path, she paused briefly to admire the work of the elderly Noctem couple. As one craftsperson to another, she respected the delicate beauty of their handiwork. The small crowd that was watching them in the distance also seemed to have an interest in the couple's work. 

She continued on her way and made it into the Market Plaza. Catching her attention immediately was the smithy with its hot smoke rising into the air. She figured she had time before she needed to go to the palace, so she sped towards it and the small crowd in front of the smithy.  She watched curiously as the Smith seemed to come to an agreement with every customer (?), one by one without accepting any payment from them. Maybe they already made an agreement prior? Still, it was an odd sight. She became more curious and decided to talk to the Smith himself. [color=DarkOrchid]"Hello there, good sir. Are you the Smith of this establishment? What do you specialize in making?"[/color]