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[ Now another figure stands before her, one that's not quite solid as the one before, human in appearance but pale as the stars. A muted, misty glow radiates from his form, cold and untouched by the warm, amber light of the smithy around them.

Heavy, antiquated robes rustle as a hand emerges from them, extending over the counter. Dreamotion gives it further form, becoming more solid in the moment. Of the items gathered on the workbench, he selects the ore, turning it over upon his palm and testing its weight.

Then, his gaze falls upon her. His expression is no longer of metal, but stone: focused, grim, and severe. ]

Your hand, young tiefling.

[ While his voice lacks the characteristic hollowness from being encased in metal, it carries the same focused cadence, the same deep pitch from before. The refined steel with which he speaks belongs to none other than Somnus. ]