Replying...
Intro. 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."

Amunet Black (Blacksmith)

@Billy Bam