@crew-from-capulet Blade@Marin: “Do you think you can make me one of these...?”
Marin glanced over at Blade, hands halted in the mound of clay that she was working to shape. Black eyes zeroed in on the bracelet she was gesturing to. It wasn't anything magical - if anything, it was far more...simple in comparison to what else was displayed around the shop: a simple wood plaque with carefully carved letters - baybayin, the old script of her home nation - whirling across the front, surrounded by tiny details painted along the edges; a leather cord with colored beads for tying to the wearer's wrist.
A tiny smile curled across her face as she carefully cleaned off the clay from her hands with a nearby rag. "Sure thing. It's simple enough." She gestured to the bracelet. "You want me to carve your name in yours, or do you have a certain word in mind? "