[h1][color=goldenrod]Thomas Marborough[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 3:47PM
West Commons[/i][/b][/indent]
[color=goldenrod]"Thomas... Thomas Marborough. I'm, uh... I'm an Engineer."[/color]

Not that it wasn't obvious. His coat, his badge, his human body. But he said it anyway.

Dolce remained a curiosity, which was sure saying something for a Voldoan, but the idle chat had to stop for now.  The other Tier II had returned with a replacement joint, a bundle of rod segments, and a heavy satchel of tools all clinging to his person. "Should be enough..." He said, with a bit of a grunt, as he laid all the items down near the flesh golem. "Now... who actually gets to do the job?"

[color=goldenrod]"I'll take care of it. Shouldn't be long."[/color]

"Well... alright then, thanks. Take care."

Thomas nodded, and the Engineer turned and wandered off. The young man assembled the parts and tools, kneeling before the flesh golem's leg. He turned his head back towards Dolce, seeing she was still watching intently. He shrugged, and turned back towards the leg.

First things first. The joint. He took a hefty cutting tool from the satchel and began severing the tendons overlapping the broken component.