[h1][color=goldenrod]Thomas Marborough[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 4:13 PM
West Commons[/i][/b][/indent]
[color=goldenrod]"I actually started a week ago."[/color] Thomas replied to Dolce, as he set up a few holding rings on either side of the leg's bend. [color=goldenrod]"But I know enough about Flesh Golems already. I, uh... I used to help my mother build them."[/color]

He began setting a few of the rods the other Engineer had brought him, helping to straighten out the bend. Once all four were in place, he took the most peculiar tool the Engineer had brought him; a spraying canister of some sort.

[color=goldenrod]"And I wouldn't say it's [i]enjoyable[/i], but... it's definitely safer."[/color]

He began spraying the Flesh Golem's organic segments with the faint red mist in the canister. Almost immediately, the meat began to quiver and stretch, creeping up and down the new components, overlapping them, reinforcing them.

Thomas stood up, and slowly but surely, so did the Flesh Golem. It rose up from the ground, bellowing lowly. And its leg was holding together nicely. Thomas and Dolce both stood aside as the Flesh Golem bellowed once more and began its stride through the streets once again. Dolce seemed to own a look of genuine gladness at the construct's repair.

Thomas watched the Flesh Golem wander off. After a moment he turned back down to Dolce and said, [color=goldenrod]"Well... that's done. It was, uh... a pleasure meeting you."[/color]

[color=ec008c]"Likewise."[/color] Dolce replied, bowing her head ever slightly.

Thomas nodded. [color=goldenrod]"Take care."[/color] He said as he turned, and the two parted ways.

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[indent][b][i]November 18, 8:50 PM
West Commons, The Pale Horse[/i][/b][/indent]
Thomas had spent the rest of his afternoon wandering the other districts, getting a feel for places he'd yet to visit. The wonderful, enchanting greenery of Arboretum, the varied nonhumans of the East Commons, and the mundane but lively vibe of the Market. All good fun, but he eventually wound up back in the West Commons. Just seemed like the place to be for a lot of folks.

He was feeling a little famished at the time so, he searched for a place to have his dinner. And he found it in the form of a tavern that, given the very positive talk he'd picked up during his first week, seemed like he should finally visit.

The Pale Horse.

Hopefully the Voldoan population inside wouldn't mind having an Engineer among them. Thomas, only the slightest bit hesitant, walked in through the front door.