[color=D6CC88][u][b]Galloway[/b][/u]

Amuné grew increasingly agitated, the longer they spent without finding any good leads.  First the merchant with the machine parts didn't know anything, then the blacksmith didn't know either.  Ethan suggested a Machina shop, but the girl shook her head.  "I don't know.  We didn't have many Machina back home.  The blacksmith's brother worked with the one or two simple ones we did have.  But I don't know what he did.  Um...When I was travelling with Daddy I did see a Machina shop but it was like what that merchant was selling.  I dunno if they'd know any more."  Cecil spoke up then, saying they should leave him behind.  "No!" she exclaimed.  "We're not abandoning you.  We're...we're a team.  So we should stick together."  The thought wasn't as bad as that of losing Ethan, but still it was an unpleasant one.

She was worried, very worried.  Cecil had gone still to save energy and his eyes were dull.  He looked like he was dying.  Could a Machina die?  Amuné didn't know, and she didn't want to find out.  "Whatever we do we need to be fast.  He really doesn't look good."  By now the child was walking next to the moorcat, and she wrung her hands, fretting.  Wyth pressed against her side, trying to reassure his girl.  "If there was a Machina shop, wouldn't the smith have pointed us in that direction?  He lives here, he'd know where it was."  Being from a small town, Amuné knew where everything was in that town.  It didn't occur to her that a city this size might have parts people didn't know like the backs of their hands.[/color]