42nd Vhalar
It didn't feel right, finding work in a forge. Standing outside said forge, all he could think about was the countless arguments he had with his parents when he was young, the arguments that eventually pushed him to find his own path in the world. Could he go back to hammering metal? Granted, he hadn't touched a forge since Arcs long gone, but the feeling in his gut told him that it would be the same as all those Arcs ago, futility in striking the same piece of metal all day, accidentally dropping a crucible full of molten metal onto the floor and then a telling-off for trying to carry more than he could manage. He shivered, shaking away the thoughts of the past. He assured himself that he was bigger and stronger since those days.. and wise enough to not try and move a crucible full of molten metal by himself.
Still doubting himself, he slithered through the front door, waiting at the desk was a rather short, stocky human, wearing a leather apron. The man cocked an eyebrow to Atashi, he probably wasn't expecting an Ithecal to walk through the front door. "Whatchya want, son?" The human asked in a low raspy voice. Suddenly, it all came flooding back to him, the smell of the burning coals, the sight of all of the finely crafted weapons and armor, the black stains that seemed to get on your clothes no matter how much you avoid it. He was in a forge, or at least the front of one. Looking around, it appeared to be well-kept, the desk was free of dust, as well as a few pieces of furniture in the corner of the room. This Smith definitely cared for presentation, the forge itself was probably in the back area somewhere which is probably a blessing for customers, considering how musty and dirty it can get. Atashi swallowed, "Umm, hi.. ..I, uhh.." He choked. He then turned for the exit but stopped himself half way. If he left now, he wouldn't be able to show himself here again, that would be the end of this career opportunity. And he needed the money, mercenary work was not enough to sustain him long, especially since he had spent the last of his Nels on the War Hammer.
To his right was the forge, the man who looked confused and a whole new career, to his left was the exit, an escape from having to go back to what he ran from in the past. He turned to the right to face the human and exhaled, slithering forward and put his hands on the desk. "I want a job here. Are there any positions going?" He spoke, he made full eye contact with the man as he said so. His expression could only be described as determined, his eyes were ablaze with said determination. The man he was talking to was taken back by the Ithecal's sudden forwardness. "Uhh, wait here a sec'." He spoke before disappearing into a door to his left. Atashi waited a couple of minutes, it sounded as though people were talking, though distant and muffled. Minutes later, the man returned with a folded up, large leather apron, similar to the one the man was wearing. "You're hired if you can start straight away." The man said in his low voice again.