"Husnü! It's good to see you!"
Husnü, the blacksmith Kazi frequented in the heat of the Nebulous Bazaar. No matter the rush, Kazi always went to visit him when he had the chance. His arms, thick with muscle and blackened from years at the forge, were crossed over his chest.
"Kazi Hossain," the blacksmith greeted.
"How's the family? The wife?"
Husnü's hard exterior melted just a bit when he brought up his family. "Ah, the boys," he said, uncrossing his arms briefly to gesture with a hand. "Growing fast. Selim just forged his first blade, and I'm proud to say it didn't fall apart when it hit the anvil." A rare grin tugged at his lips. "And Yusuf—well, he's taken more to designing armor. Keeps talking about how he'll make something better than I ever could."
"And the bakery?"
"My wife's loaf is…admittedly stale these days. Comes with the work."
"Haha, I know a lady that bakes too. Maybe she can help with that."
