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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wool" data-source="post: 3416623" data-attributes="member: 50829">Thurst walks purposefully back to his work area, never noticing the varied assortment of strange looks he gets from the staff members passed on the way there. He doesn't bother changing, for a follower of Teun there is no holier vestment than the clothing you wear while working on machines. Let the spoiled wear their pretty dresses, but not Thurst, oh no.Packing proves to be a simple matter, with most of his energy going towards packing various tools and components used in his craft. While unsure if his skillset would be of any real use, he nevertheless intends to be prepared. With a sigh, Thurst acknowledges that his companions may need repairing as well.Upon donning his armor, Thurst draws his heavy mace and examines it carefully. Mechanical by design, it was as much a tool as it was a weapon. While not as powerful as it had once been, the inventive dwarf was still confident he could eventually return it to its former glory."Now you behave while I am gone," exclaims the dwarf as he shakes the mace meaningfully at the boiler.Returning the mace to his side, Thurst remembers one more detail mentioned earlier. Thurst had no need to borrow additional equipment, for he already owed Kunstler one such debt. He opened a nearby chest and gingerly lifted a magnificent Dragon Pistol out of it. It had belonged to his father, having gone missing beneath Ptolus decades before.It was purely by the strangest of coincidences that Thurst came to work for the very man that found it. Kunstler never would reveal exactly where he found the blasted thing, perhaps annoyed at the lack of an emotional response in the patient dwarf. What Kunstler didn't anticipate was that the knowledge that Thurst was on the right track was worth more than the heirloom itself, and that knowledge was freely given.Shaking his head thoughtfully, Thurst holsters the marvelous device and fastens the ammo pouch and powder horn to his belt. Taking one last look at his work area, he heads back to the library.</blockquote>

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