The bell chimed again. “Tch.” Teayre glanced up her eyes flaring, couldn’t they just leave her alone. “So much for hiding out on this floor… I’ve got a feeling I’ll need to move again.” Taking a sip from her mug of hot chocolate Teayre takes the order. A small clattering in front of her causes the red head to look up. “So you have payment. Well I guess I can make this for you then.” With that she set to work taking the materials melting them down as she creates a mould from clay. Pouring the mel