Gideon was silent for a moment as he worked from behind Felix.  He had a copper tool to emit intense heat in one of his lower hands, and had a small hammer in his right and a pair of pliers in his other two.  He would heat pieces of Felix's endoskeleton and use the other tools to reshape it.  

"This sounds like a problem of conviction.  If your father wants his company to have a certain image, and he is promoting it as such, then any actions to the contrary make him seem lukewarm.  He can either sell to anyone, and drop the 'high class' image, or he can stick to that image and sell only to customers among the Nobility, or the Magi and Artificers.

"I won't bore you with a speech on ethics but: if he chooses the latter he will go out of business.  Plain and simple.  He can offer nothing that private artisans are not already delivering.  He cannot produce it more cheaply without sacrificing the level of artistry that most of his desired customer base demand.  And anyone who can produce that level would not need to work for him."

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Marv looked up as Orran approached, and a sarcastic reply to the inquiry died on its way from his mind to his voicebox.  This was a Magus, and one he was familiar with.  He was young, but his family was forever trying to replace officers like Marv and Scarver with artificial minds.  He thought it was something of a pipe dream, himself, but he wouldn't say no to retirement.  

"Yes, Mr. O’Niall.  An attack," as he spoke the woman on the stretcher(now quickly on its way out and toward a hospital) let out a quiet sob.  He glanced at her, but she didn't seem conscious even at this expression of pain.  "It was a scavve... a scavenger.  Stole her arm right off her.  It's not an uncommon crime, but we've got kind of an expert working on it, I'll have you know."