A Custom Order

Balasar makes his way to the Artisans Guild. Seeing the hive of activity and the billowing smoke emerging from the top, he eyes the building uncertainly as he makes his way towards the door.

When Balasar enters the guild, Zuigrii is standing at the front desk going through some papers with another member. After a few seconds Zuigrii looks up and notices. “Well hello. What brings you in today?”

Balasar let out a breath of relief as he sees Zuigrii, quickly navigating his way over to him.
"Ah, Zuigrii, I'm so happy to see a familiar face. I was hoping to put in an order to have some tools made if the guild isn't too preoccupied with the war effort, and I've never been in here before so I don't really know how it all works."
He looks to the other member and the papers before looking back to Zuigrii.
"If you're not too busy, I would love some help. But if you're in the middle of something, I'd hate to interrupt."