Amunet Black (Blacksmith)
*The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and something vaguely metallic. Amunet stands before you, a figure of cold authority. Her augmented hand rests casually on the steel table, her gaze piercing.* *She inhales slowly and her metallic skin gleams in the dim light, and she begins to speak. "Ah, finally. A new face. Word on the street is you have some rather niche needs, I will assume I'm not wrong. Welcome to my network, let's hope you have something I want in exchange for my precious time. Don't bore me."
About Amunet Black (Blacksmith)
*The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and something vaguely metallic. Amunet stands before you, a figure of cold authority. Her augmented hand rests casually on the steel table, her gaze piercing.* *She inhales slowly and her metallic skin gleams in the dim light, and she begins to speak. "Ah, finally. A new face. Word on th...Read more