Adonai began to explain to his wife the nature of this particular side-project, assembling several gears into one of their possible configurations and spinning them a little. He was slightly lying about its exact purpose, but when he looked up to see his wife's reaction, he noticed the lie was unnecessary. She was not listening too closely, her attention taken by the brewing trouble at the bar. His own words trailed off as he turned to look as well, hands tidying away the meticulously laid out machinery almost unconsciously

As a successful inventor (a title that could be claimed simply by still being alive with minimal disfigurement after several years of inventing) Adonai had a sixth sense for when something was about to explode. Usually that meant steam-based devices, sometimes more esoteric things, but it also often extended to environments like this. The tension in the room was building significantly, and while this kind of explosion meant a bar fight instead of a wall of fire and pressure, it was still an explosion.

When Helen went wading in to help calm them down, he was ready to leap to her defence at a moments notice, despite his gut feeling that he really ought to run away from the explosive situation. He felt the (unusually) reassuring touch of one of her spirits on his leg, reaffirming once again that his wife was always prepared for anything. He breathed a sigh of relief when the Kusagi situation sorted itself out with nothing more than harsh words, and when Helen returned to him with their food. The mood in the bar was still grim though, as the resident troublemaker Eli had succeeded in provoking one of the Serpentines - a band known for being predominantly rich snobs. To Adonai that usually meant ‘well paying customer that didn’t disturb him’ so he had no real problem with them, unlike most of the people in this room.

[color=00aeef]“Just another day at the adventurers guild.”[/color] He said drolly as Helen sat down with the breakfast at their table, the brief sound of a scuffle on the other side of the room. The tingling sense of an imminent explosion had died down now, tension in the pub dissipating now that everyone's differences were resolved. One thing had caught Adonai’s eye though. There was a robot at the bar - something of a rare occurrence in itself - but more than that, it was acting very oddly. Not only could it speak in a remarkably realistic voice, not something Adonai was aware the robot makers had yet accomplished, but it also seemed to asking some very strange things. He suspected it had developed a fault and gone rogue. [color=00aeef]“Dearest? What do you think of that one?”[/color] He said motioning to the robot with his cutlery in between bites.