>>5402748Phaere trudges clumsily into the workshop, a symmetrical space so perfectly proportioned that it is in many ways uncanny. Here, the metaphysical rigidity of this plane far exceeds that of the Prime Material. The omnipresence of absolute order is as extramundane anathema to her and her magics, exerting an almost psychic pressure on the woman's mind. Forcing a smile, she straightens her back and folds her arms, a self-soothing gesture. "Is it done, guvner?"
"Absolutely, madam. We've refurbished it just as requested. Rush job or no, we strive to complete everything exactly on time here." The engineer, a stocky gnomish man of advanced age wearing a pair of grease-stained overalls, seizes the tarp concealing his work. With gusto, he pulls it back, unveiling a powerfully built construct fashioned in the shape of a large felid.
"Is it truly as deadly as I am told?" Asks Phaere, as she runs her hand over the cold metallic surface of her new acquisition. Fifty-thousand gold pieces: that is how much currency she expended on this project, enough wealth to build herself a new tower, and she expects to get her money's worth. The engineer guffaws, pridefully stroking his beard as he marvels at his work. "It sure is, Miss Delyl. Faith may move mountains, but science can reduce them to rubble." Gleefully, he passes the dark elf a clipboard and a pen, stretching his arm upwards to provide guidance. "It's all yours. I'm just going to need you to sign here, here, here, here, and here. Sign and date here, and..."
Documenting her purchase in ink, she smiles at the wonderful machine. Things are about to get very fun for her beloved sister!
