The Nebulous Bazaar was alive with its usual chaotic energy, a blend of haggling voices, the hum of magical artifacts, and the smoky smell of sizzling street food. Kazi walked through the crowd, a new long coat flowing with his steps, his eyes fixed on his destination: Husnü's stall. The blacksmith regularly changed locations and carried his stall in a magical suitcase. Kazi saw it in action once. It was super cool.
'Ah, there he is.'
The blacksmith's stall was situated in the furniture areas, a sight of its own with its weapons gleamed from the racks at the front desk and the tall wall. Husnü himself stood at the center of it all, arms crossed as usual. His beard, streaked with silver, was as thick as ever, and his stern face softened only slightly as he saw Kazi approach.
"Kazi," Husnü greeted. "I take it you're serious about that offer?"
Kazi smiled and crossed his arms. "Are you?"
