A warm summer night in Cappadocia. As it was your first time in the city you were quite a bit lost in the depths of the narrow city streets. You were walking around trying to find someone to ask for directions, but to no avail. Then you noticed a warm light coming from one of the buildings.

You walked into a pottery shop full of ceramics hanging on the walls and various vases laid on the floor. You noticed a man behind the shelves, handbuilding some clay. He was too focused to notice you..