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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 2862758" data-attributes="member: 36973">[SBLOCK=Isida]Tondrek was happy. He couldn't remember being so happy for the longest time. Spending his days supposedly with the Quiet Lumpy Man has given him the opprotunity to start working on his greatest creation! In his head, he could picture every piece, every bolt. It was carefully hidden, however, until the time was right. Everyone would probably think it was junk. Not Tondrek. It was friend.[/SBLOCK]Time passed. Time was a nebulous thing for the half-orc; he was working, or he was not. He was either deep in the bowels of Sharn, ignoring and ignored by the Disastrous Duo, or sleeping where ever he could find room. The Quiet Lumpy Man, who did not really spend all that much time with the half-orc, managed to find different places to rest, but none of that was important. Tondrek was playing with junk, and that made him happy.That was Tondrek's day for a month. It would have been his day for much longer, but Sparky reminded him about something he had long forgotten---a meeting with the happy people in the Magma Mountain, or Fire Hole, or something like that. He mentioned it once to the Quiet Lumpy Man, and he nodded a bit distractedly. Tondrek looked forward to it for some reason; they were nice. Except for Big Sour Man. He needed a sweet pop.</blockquote>