Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5290299-20140929212528/@comment-24296957-20141017144530

Amet put a few coins on the counter.

"I'd like to stay, if you don't mind." But the man caught the boy drifting away in a daydream. Now was the time to approach him. He extended out his hand over the counter for a shake from the boy.

"Amet.  You have quite the wares here. And," the man gazed around the shop, "judging by the marks, strikes, and shaping, this is all your work.  And it's fine work indeed. Some of the best I've seen.  And an apprentice, at that? You've a hand like no other.

"But there is one thing bothering me in the back of my mind." Amet leaned in slightly, "If you're dreaming about the tournament, associating yourself with it, why are you not chasing the dream. But most of all," the man paused again.

"What's a metalbender such as yourself doing in a place like this?"