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The shop was somewhere in the fire nation. It was a relatively large forge. It was owned by Niccea and most of the weapons were made by her and her apprentice, Imerius, but she did have others to help during mass orders and do the lesser work.

The front of the store was small. There were weapons on display on the walls and in the windows. The weapons ranged from standard sized swords to beautiful, ornate daggers. There was even a small display case of jewelry. Niccea also displayed some armor, but her store wasn't known for it. Ana usually worked behind the counter of the store. On her back was her huge sword that didn't compliment her small frame.

Behind the counter was a doorway leading to the back of the store where the sound of ringing metal could be heard. The smiths under Niccea mainly worked on the lesser weapons. The ones that were not tailor made. Niccea had her own private workshop in the back too. In there, she and Imerius worked on special items. This was also where the jewelry was made.

Attached to the store was the Majeare house. The house had it's own front door next to the shop, but there was also an entrance through Niccea's workshop. The house wasn't very elaborate or large. There were only two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living area. Niccea and Imerius had their own rooms. Niccea's room was decorated in black and even had black velvet curtains. Imerius's room was the typical young boys room. Ana didn't really sleep a lot, but she had a little appropriated area of the living room that she curled up in. This was her choice not her sisters.

((wow...a place...not a plot point...and sorry for the big description...))

The door to the shop swung open as the high priest entered. He silently closed the door behind him and walked up to Ana, "I understand that you and your sister have a plan that requires the help of the priests," he said in a lowered voice.

Vulcan followed Ana, marveling at the workshop. He had never been in the workshop, and was pretty sure that not a lot of people have. "So, what is your plan?" he asked.

Vulcan folded his arms in thought, "Of course it can be done, but making the flames concealed is the difficult part. We don't want the weapons to be screaming fire." He drew silent again as he thought and then continued, "We'll have to experiment with it. We should come up with the answer quickly." He smirked, "Very good plan."

"No, black fire wouldn't be as effective," Vulcan said distractedly, "Do you have a few daggers we can work on ready?"

"I ment things that you would be willing for us to work on," Vulcan said with another smirk. He turned to Imerius, "Discards and scraps would be perfect."

Vulcan nodded, "And you wish to keep this secret, even from Lord Izuma, until we have the final product, correct?"

"I'm sure they'll start a riot. Izuma will be able to handle it though. This nation really follows him," he fell silent again, wondering if he should have went to Izuma's address. "But you're right. Waiting until it's absolutely finished would be better...for all of us."