"For fucks sake Garran I'm 35... You call me old one more time I swear I'm going to..." Cadogan had mumbled through gritted teeth before momentarily losing his conciousness. When he came to his wound had been bound - not that it did much since he wasn't able to move the arm or really even feel it. He had been in pain and even more pale than before from the loss of blood.

When he heard of the second place verdict the Great Inventor had taken it surprisingly well - no annoyed tantrums, no wails of disappointment, he had simply fallen silent and just shaken his head slightly - as if he didn't care anymore. When the decision was overruled the white haired man had straightened his back, wiped something from the side of his eye and bowed to the audience in a very dignified manner.

Admittedly he had been in bit of a shock - from both the fact that he had actually won and that he had just lost the use of his arm - the latter did not quite bother him that much, because he had already made plans to rectify the situation. When the rest of the competitors hoisted him to the air he had actually enjoyed himself. He had proven that the title of the Great Inventor had been well earned.

Cadogan hadn't been on a very cheery mood during the celebrations - though he had ingested a really formidable amount of alcohol for someone of his side and had participated in the festivities to the fullest with the others there had just been something about him that had been very un-Cadogan-ish. He had retired relatively early - roughly two hours before sunrise - to the rented workshop of his to make his new plan happen.

What the Great Inventor had in mind could be considered sheer madness to perform on your own, especially when you are absolutely wasted from celebrating your recent victory - still he was very much determined to get it done. Still he had been even more drunk when he had done some of his greatest inventions - or upgrades to other inventions, but whatever - so he wasn't going to let a few bottles of brandy stop him.

When Cadogan began his work he had to admit to himself that working with only one arm would be the part that was by far the most difficult one. Still he continued onward and after several hours he had managed to create a downsized version of the arm of the War Walker - it possessed much more humanlike articulation and all that.

The white haired man smiled slightly as he examined the new arm he had made - he silently admitted that he wasn't skilled enough to properly apply it without dying of blood loss. Cadogan sighed as he glanced at his left arm that still wasn't moving properly. "I'll just ask Garran to cut the damn thing off and maybe Chii could help me with the new arm... that would be nice since she's a good healer and all that..."

He hadn't managed to get any sleep and the hangover just made it worse - as did the still not moving, but really aching arm of his. Cadogan had made his way towards the council building and had spotted Garran there - who in Cadogan's opinion was suffering from a hangover as well, which actually came as a bit of a surprise to the white haired man.

The Great Inventor smiled in a very tired manner as he lifted his right hand "Mornin'." He mumbled and yawned. Cadogan had alteast managed to find himself some fresh clothes and he was obviously carrying something quite heavy in a bag on his back. "So this is going to be the big day we hear if things are going to go smooth or not?" He tilted his head slightly and lowered the bag on the ground. "You want a drink?" Cadogan inquired politely as he pulled a bottle of wine from the bag before closing it again.