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Daja's forge was looking a little worse for wear, after the Nightmare King's attack - the roof was a little singed in places, and some of her furniture has a few cracks from when they fell over from the tremors. But on the whole, she'd been lucky. The building still stood. Her tools had, for the most part, survived. And she'd been able to clean up most of the mess.

She made an effort to clean up the place even more, however. She had a customer coming - and while Daja was sure that Nura would understand that the place could not be in the very best shape, Daja could at least make the effort to make her forge as comfortable and welcoming as possible.

So Daja straightened the wooden furniture - and made a note to craft some more durable tables and chairs from metal in the future - and carefully laid out a few precious biscuits that she'd manage to acquire.

Hesitating, Daja debated - should she prepare some tea? From her trade with Sheik, she had precious few tea leaves. But, as her Trader heritage had instilled in her, building up good relationships with buyers was vital. However scare, the value of the tea was nothing compared to the value of an excellent relationship with a customer, who may buy again.

Decided, Daja began to boil some water - she would ask Nura if she would like some tea when she arrived. If Nura declined, nothing was lost, and if she accepted, then a solid foundation for negotiations was in place.

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It is a few minutes later when Nura finally walks into the forge, hair tied back, and a kind disposition that is ever present when meeting with friends - though if Daja knows that Nura considers her a friend is unknown.

"Hey, ho, Daja. I received your message on the comm. I zoomed over here as fast as I could." She then notices the tea leaves. "Oh, are you making a fresh pot of tea?"