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Ashanti and Viira had chosen to stay around the Pantheon since their arrival, bunking with one of their peers until such a time as they got their own rooms... which Viira secretly rather hoped would never come. If Ashanti had his way, it would be unbearably hot then woefully cold and entirely too dry for her tastes. She'd rather sleep Famine's hearth then try to rest in the harshness Ashanti would demand.

She grumbled as they walked down into the refugee encampments as well - Desert had become infatuated with their work and their adaptation, especially the ones who claimed to be from a city called Baadris, lost around the time the sky disappeared.

That one has glass. Go ask him where he got it... the desert people claimed to be glassmiths. The god's voice was pleasant for once, cooler, likely because his curiosity had been piqued.

And, well, Viira couldn't deny her interest as well. Glass was a rarity among her people, reserved for important things rather then the countless baubles others seemed to collect it for. Steel, bone, and wood, those were the materials she'd lived her life on.

Drawing up to the stand, she smiled and took a moment to admire the work. It was coloured and beautiful, done up in the shape of creatures she didn't recognize. "What are these?"

The woman had been watching her as she browsed and perked at the question, "They are wind chimes... when the wind blows, they make sounds to bring you luck."

Viira gave a nod, "But these... the creature at the top?"

"Ah! Keriit, a type of sand dweller from home... they were said to bring luck to those who saw them. They swim through the top layers of sand in the desert, preying on the small creatures." The woman sounded more then a little home sick as she spoke and Viira looked away, unsure of whether she should comfort the vendor.

"And the desert? You come from the desert? Are you one of the Baadris people?" Ashanti asked suddenly, pushing past Viira's control with youthful enthusiasm.

Ashanti! She scolded, mentally glowering at the god as she found herself once more an observer in her own body.

The woman blinked at the sudden change in tone and bearing, swallowing as she nodded, "I do....?"

The question went unanswered as a stranger broke in and Desert reflexively turned, his gaze settling on Ifan then narrowing a bit, annoyed at the sudden interruption, "Do you have business here? The people of Baadris work glass, yes, can't you tell?" He gestured at the glassware displayed in the woman's booth.

She looked distressed that someone would be so rude to a potential customer and shook her head, frowning, "Ma'am... plea-"

"Sir. I am sir... or Lord." His gaze flicked back to Ifan, looked him over and tilted his head as if awaiting an answer.

At that, Ashanti smiled. The expression was proud and confident, and looked at home on Viira's countenance, indicating that while there might be solid differences between the two minds, there was some common ground albeit as of yet mostly unexplored. "Desert. I am the Eternal Dune. And what do you lay claim to, mortal?" His tone made it obvious he hadn't sensed Isambard and merely expected the host to list some trade or other inconsequential stake at importance.

The woman in the stall, however, had gone pale and bowed a little at the exchange. She'd been at the pantheon long enough to know the gods grew from small to large... and being from a desert planet, it was a surprise to so unexpectedly be faced with your Lord. Silent but observant, she selected the holiest symbol from the racks and laid it down, unnoticed, for Ashanti... wondering if the other man was another god in disguise as well. She doubted she'd ever get used to such casual run-ins.

"Engineer..." Ashanti echoed the word, attempting to make it sound like he knew what such a thing was - Viira's memory was woefully empty of such terms, unfortunately - and tilted his head at the display of the gem, "Ah, another spark to fuel the flame, hm? Isambard." The nod was clearly meant for the god.

At least acknowledge the host, you imbecile. Viira grumbled, mentally crossing her arms, Without me, there is no you, you realize. Likewise for others I would assume.

And without us there is Nothing. You would do well to remember that, Viira, Ashanti quipped then spoke, "A Foundry? One was built some time ago, from what I understand. To forge glass to give the Twin Crown. I do not know the location."

The woman pursed her lips as another god was named and sighed. Just her luck, a pair of bickering immortals at her stall front. Hoping to get the two to move away so business could continue, she coughed, "Ah, pardon Lords, but the Forge is away from the market, in the crafts sector. They built up around it after it was established... just head that way." Pointing off down the avenue, she offered a smile.

Ashanti scoffed, "Wood is not so silent as I would like, alas." Thoughts immediately went to Forest and his irritating... well, everything. "You are lucky then, to find a such easily worked material. Mine...." he glanced over his and shrugged, "Is forged steel, but alas even metal can be bent with the right pressure and temperature." A wicked smile played across his lips then and stepped away, offering the woman a nod of acknowledgement for her usefulness.

"Why do you search for the Foundry?" His tone became more conversational, more respectful as he paused a few steps off, hoping to join Industry.

"Then our goals are aligned. I have also been making the effort to inventory and convert mortals. The Baadris refugees seemed a good place to start as they called my lands home." Ashanti gave a nod and continued on, "Do you plan on convincing them to build something?"

"To Baadris? Yes. It is entirely too green here." He smiled and gave a shrug, "Of course, depending on their cooperation and understanding of their place, the Desert may or may not welcome them so easily. I need to take stock of their attitudes and their aptitudes."

Ashanti continued to walk then, passing by stalls filled with everything from grilling meats and vegetables to fabrics, spices, baubles and toys, even emblems the mortals had crafted to represent the gods seen most frequently among the Pantheon. That was a good sign, at the very least - the symbols were crude in places, intricate in others, but the mortals were once more beginning to deal in the trade of Faith - as it should be as far as Ashanti was concerned.

Further along, the shops began to take on a more artisan flare - glassware, pottery, ironworks and metal offerings, leather merchants... it seemed the woman had spoken true. More permanent shelters had been built of wood and stone in a wheel-shaped layout around a larger, stone structure still under construction.

"I wonder if this is it..." Ashanti murmured.