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Vel Zaphris
Amos smiled at himself as he ever so gently placed the last piece of the arcane engine back into place.
It was still not functioning...quite right, but the last explosion had been half as dangerous as the last. A result which any man of science would have called a success. Not that the buildings fire marshall had exactly been thrilled by that argument. He would have to ask Kaeden to speak with the man, or perhaps reach out to the Luana's.
Though he would hate them to think he would only write to them for money.
A frown touched his lips for a brief moment. "I must write to them."
Amos said, verbalizing the reminder as he reached up and gently removed the goggles from his head. Dark eyes surveilled the golden coppery block of metal before him, and then after a moment he nodded to himself. Work for the day was nearly done. The test yesterday, after it's volatile end, had meant most of today had simply been rebuilding.
That meant all that was left was introducing the new intern to the engine itself. She was supposed to have already arrived, but seemed to have been rather late. Something he supposed he was glad for, given that he had only finished rebuilding the engine half a minute ago.
A cough racked his throat, and Amos shook his head.
"You were always late in the first year." He said to himself absently, reminded of when he had first wandered the great halls of Vel Zaphris. It had been the first year his illness had come to him, and the fatigue had wearied him in his journeys from class to class. Amos had no idea if this intern had any issue herself, but in the long run it wouldn't matter much to him. As long as she did the work.
Amos smiled at himself as he ever so gently placed the last piece of the arcane engine back into place.
It was still not functioning...quite right, but the last explosion had been half as dangerous as the last. A result which any man of science would have called a success. Not that the buildings fire marshall had exactly been thrilled by that argument. He would have to ask Kaeden to speak with the man, or perhaps reach out to the Luana's.
Though he would hate them to think he would only write to them for money.
A frown touched his lips for a brief moment. "I must write to them."
Amos said, verbalizing the reminder as he reached up and gently removed the goggles from his head. Dark eyes surveilled the golden coppery block of metal before him, and then after a moment he nodded to himself. Work for the day was nearly done. The test yesterday, after it's volatile end, had meant most of today had simply been rebuilding.
That meant all that was left was introducing the new intern to the engine itself. She was supposed to have already arrived, but seemed to have been rather late. Something he supposed he was glad for, given that he had only finished rebuilding the engine half a minute ago.
A cough racked his throat, and Amos shook his head.
"You were always late in the first year." He said to himself absently, reminded of when he had first wandered the great halls of Vel Zaphris. It had been the first year his illness had come to him, and the fatigue had wearied him in his journeys from class to class. Amos had no idea if this intern had any issue herself, but in the long run it wouldn't matter much to him. As long as she did the work.