"Are you certain?" pondered a figure their back to a messenger as they continued their work on a bench littered with metals and other materials and tools. The clay walls that surrounded them were lined pipes going through gauges, the subtle whistle of steam hitting their ears.
"Yes! They're going to make a battery to combat us!" they reported, the messenger being the pink haired Alevarian from before, her dark blue skin fitting comfortably in the shadows of the dimly lit room.
"I see," they mused, dropping their wrench against the table in a soft thud that echoed in the silence of the room. "To get this intel, you didn't disobey Godric on staying but, did you?"
The girl flinched lightly at the accusation, the figure's gaze narrowing in the shadow that protected their face from sight.
