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[My Name is Immaterial]

Joes Arlandt:
Redmountain glares at you for your obvious jab.
"I guess I should have known better to trust an Elf. Mark my words, son, no Elf will do fair business with you."
<Fine. I'll take 75% out into the desert and dump them there. They should dessicate after 15 minutes in that heat. Well that get you to shut up about them?>

Alaris Valentis, Edgric Browne and Cade Thorngage:
He yawns deeply and lowers his crossbow all the way.
"Just leave it on my desk in the den. It should be unlocked." He gestures to the door that leads to a room closest to the front of the house, and returns to bed.
Cade indicates that the target is inside that room, so you check the door for traps, just to be safe. Detecting none, you procede in.
The walls of the room are covered in tall bookshelves, creaking under the weight of volume after volume. A few chairs surround an unlit fire place. A desk sits on one wall, with the chair side to the wall. On it, in a glass case, rests the target.

Laura Godkissed:
The sorcerer is simply entertaining the crowd, with no malicious intent. He seems to be enjoying delighting the little kids that are pressing close to him.
The pickpocket, on the other hand, is like reading/ smelling an open book. As he works through the crowd, his eyes are glued to an Elf dressed in rich attire, who is watching his son stare in wonder at the dancing lights.
The pickpocket smells like a big cat, stalking a deer, right before it strikes. That is the smell of a professional. By the way he moves his hands, he has two daggers in each sleeve.

[Rolepgeek]

Celles sighs.

"I suppose it's better than nothing. Anything else to show us, then?"

[My Name is Immaterial]

Celles Gartens and Gregory Guy:[/u]
Kyle shakes his head.
"I've only had the time for that as of now. If you want, I can make better versions, or other sorts of gear."

[Rolepgeek]

"What types of 'other sorts of gear'? Anything to help find those with psionic abilities, or who might be controlled by the Puppeteers?"

[My Name is Immaterial]

Celles Gartens and Gregory Guy:
"I can do that. Anything in particular?"

[Angle]

"He probably didn't know about it. They're sneaky, these bugs."

<I'd actually advise smashing them, and shovelling the remains into a furnace. Don't want to risk transporting them through the city, or leaving them unattended.>

[Rolepgeek]

"A visor, perhaps? I can leave my helmet with you, as I'd like for it to fit it. Any other side-enhancements, of course, would be greatly appreciated."

"How about you, big Guy?"

[My Name is Immaterial]

Joes Arlandt:
"Are you sure you got them all? I'd hate to have to bother you again."
<Noted. Smash plus fire. Since we don't have a furnace, there will be an accident.>

Celles Gartens and Gregory Guy:
"Visor? Got it!"
Taking your helmet, he spins halfway back to his desk before skidding to a halt, and spins back to face Guy, with an expectant look on his face.
"And for you?"

[Angle]

"I went over it several times. All the same, it'd be best if I stayed around- In case more show up."

<That should do quite nicely. I also advise that you keep out an eye for that Psionic Hunt he threatened me with- he might try and turn it on you, too.>

[Remuthra]

"If you can find some way of blocking the effects of the creatures, I can detain them without fear of being blasted into unconsciousness again."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Joes Arlandt:
"And I will call on you if any more appear. In the mean time, we're done here."
<They can't touch me. In any case, we are actually done.>
Redmountain stands, shakes your hand, and shows you the door.

Gregory Guy and Celles Gartens:
"Well, I can scale these up for you. Actually, let me do that for you right now. Don't go anywhere, it'll just take a minute."
With that, his hands start flying over his desk, grabbing leather straps, metal thingies and synching it all together. In five minutes, he has scaled up the goggles for Guy's head.

[Remuthra]

Guy takes the goggles and fits them to his head.

"This had better work."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Gregory Guy and Celles Gartens:
"Oh, they'll work, I can guarantee that. The calculations gave me a 1.7% chance of failure, if you take into effect the spillover. It's something I can fix in the second version. What if I could reverse the spillover, tracing the psionic ripples. But that would require..."
His one-sided conversation with himself fades into white noise, until it becomes obvious that he no longer realizes that you are present. You see yourselves out.

[Angle]

Go do some research on the history of Kalgena, and it's current political and economic structures.

[Rolepgeek]

"You wanna try and recruit some of our old friends first, or go see the convict?"