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The market wasn’t a new concept for him, but it had been quite a long time since he settled long enough to have a set place to sell his pieces. He hadn’t exactly been keen on selling them either after his past experiences with the matter, but at Sirius’ request he had allowed himself to open his shop once more. He at least owed Sirius a good shot at it if nothing else.

He hadn’t gotten his stall of sorts fully arranged and set up just yet, but he was in the process of bringing up some of his pre-made armors from his workshop when a slender patchwork woman approached him. He gave her a curious look since she certainly wasn’t one of the Armada wolves, but instead apparently a patron of the market. She asked about a blacksmith and a roguish grin crossed his features as he turned to face her. “At your service,” he said with a dip of his head. “What can I help you with?”

"Ruga Amanto"