Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190419215241/@comment-5543592-20190502233541

"No." Smith said, rubbing his brow. "If she didn't want anything to do with you beyond fornication, you two wouldn't be friends.  You wouldn't be compatible."

As if sensing something Vander couldn't, Smith turned back towards the kiln and pulled it open,  Using his rod, he hooked out the heavy bucket.

"Vander get me those molds from the wall." Smith pointed across the room, balancing the bucket at the end of its rod with one hand, the molten iron sloshing around inside.