Ongea had started her day like any other, largely unseen walking about because she had began heating her fires and furnaces back up in the Ngorogoro Forge. Being Clan Surtr she often spent all of her time in act of forging, eating and tending to the flames and coals. After the wee hours of the morning had passed she needed to go out and about to retrieve more raw ore from the Clan Jaklokivi Traders, bringing with her armored claw caps for battle to trade. She had them hung in a leather satchel from her fiery jaws as she moved through the busy Trading area, her scent that of searing hot steel and soot even though she had groomed last night after working the bellows. She spoke heat, she lived molten steel and she understood the moods of flame and forge very well, Though she was a Smith she is one of the best ones, the Traders of Clan Jaklokivi Knew her works well, it stood out compared to most, but she was unseen most of the time but not today.
Kulta's voice came before she had looked at who was speaking, but soon her crisp blue eyes and their contrast to her hot pelt, rose to meet the ruby maned lion who spoke to her. She was stunned of who it was, greeting her with such panache. She dropped her satchel with a moderately heavy clatter of steel from within and responded with surprise, her voice was strangely smooth and deeper than most females but still distinctly so. " Lord Patriarch! It is no surprise you do not know my face, but I know yours. How are things in Trade Lord Kulta? I am Ongea of the Ngorogoro Forge, child of Nyambe the Firewarden." She spoke with intelligence and humility in the face of a Patriarch, giving a smooth bow of her head and back up. This was not only an honor, but a great opportunity for trade and recognition of her work. His Traders knew her work well, perhaps he did too. It would be hard to miss because for now she was the Only blacksmith as of yet.
