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[b][color=Khaki]"I mean... you haven't made any progress towards transmuting- or whatever you call it- anything into iron and steel?"[/color] [/b]

The nature of the question, or more so the manner of it, took Urs off guard. He looked up to respond to her, beginning, [b][color=lightgreen]"Yes, well, I -- ,"[/color][/b]

His face contorted into a frown and his eyes grew acute when he looked up and saw the woman. Something tugged at the back of his conscience, a slip of something, something barely within the reach of his mind. He studied the woman's face carefully, a frown plastered on his face. The woman stood even in height with him, her chic black hair sloping over her forehead, looping above her sharp, walnut eyes. Her face was tranquil and calm, and it almost had a divine air to it. But that was not what interested Urs; rather her chocolate, dark skin. Not many in the Oasis had such a skin, as pigment was nearly uniform. Urs had done some studies into it, however, nothing extensive enough that would actually unearth results. That was left to the one or two people in the Oasis who were genealogists. But the scientific intricacies of her pigment was not what had sparked his interest. It wasn't everyday you saw someone with that skin tone, and Urs felt that he recognized her somewhere. He desperately tried to place her face, despairingly trying to get the gears in his brain to turn. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not figure her. Urs settled for the fact that he was sure it would come to him eventually, and he pushed it to the back of his mind.

After what had been a solid five seconds, Urs smiled again as if nothing had transpired, and continued, [b][color=lightgreen]"Sorry, I seem to have found myself distracted for a moment. But yes, it seems to transmute metals is a hopeless cause. However, that has never stopped me from trying."[/color][/b] He continued, [b][color=lightgreen]"Now, I must check up on a friend, if you'll excuse me,"[/color][/b] and promptly dropped back into the pack of travelers.

[sub][@Athinar][/sub]

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Urs pandered to Hannibal, chuckling at every grandiose gesture he extraneously carried out, and every played out bellow. Urs was as much at fault for feeding his ego as everyone else was, however he did not mind. It was good to have a man of entertainment at the helm; someone who could keep things light in the times of dark. Urs knew every story that Hannibal told was most likely more fable than truth, and despite this, he did not mind; in fact, that was a part of the glamour of the stories to him. 

As they settled down to eat, Urs scanned the circles for someone he recognized. He settled his gaze on Ava, the woman he had met earlier. Perhaps she would see it as clingy or overbearing, however, Urs had found her companionship enjoyable on the day's journey, and he would try to pursue friendship. Whether she would accept it or not was up to her, but that was out of Urs' hands. Perhaps he was being naive, but perhaps not. He walked over to her, a gentle smile stretched on his face. 

[b][color=lightgreen]"Ava, we meet again,"[/color][/b] he said, still a warm and inviting smile on his face, [b][color=lightgreen]"I hope you don't mind my company,""[/color][/b]

[sub][@The Muse][/sub]