T3 - Steam and Steel

During daylight hours, smoke and steam billow from the many windows around this indoor forge where metal weapons, armor, and tools are made. Tethran co-owns this shop with a married genasi couple you've seen around the alley before.

A water genasi sits behind the counter, scribbling something into a large book. He looks pretty focused on his work, not even noticing when you enter.

You notice on the other side of the room sparks start spitting out of the forge, and one lands on a stack of paper. Before your eyes, the lone spark erupts into a small fire.

Tethren ducks his head as he enters the shop, his horns just scraping under the doorframe. If one were to examine the doorframe, they’d be able to see two parallel grooves in the top, where his horns have worn into the wood many times before.

He is unconcerned by the small fire starting on the paper near the forge. His attention right now is elsewhere. "Hey," he says, shifting uncomfortably.

Avi looks up at you, surprise clear on your face. After a moment, the expression wipes away and is replaced by cool politeness. You're lucky that it's Avi here today, and not Embric. Avi's always been the calm one of the two, the gentle voice of reason to Embric's passion.

"Hello, Tethran," he says stiffly, laying his quill down with an air of finality. "How can I help you today?"

"Hey," he says again. "We need to talk I guess about the business. Settle the uh... matter of ownership." Technically his name was still on the place alongside theirs.

Avi looks pained. "Tethran, you know Embric would let you come back. I know he reacted poorly when you told him you were leaving, but... He's just worried about you. We're both worried about you. Can't you tell us what's going on?"