"If I'm not mistaken, yes, you're a combat model. Everything you seem to have would suggest that much," Norman reiterated, smiling as he nodded his head, "That's good to hear, it means you're working as you should. Combat models are... Different than your traditional Machina, yet their mechanics are much the same, so maintaining yourself shouldn't be very difficult. The most problems will likely come from your gauntlets and boots, since there's so many intricate, small parts working constantly. Other than that, you should experience minimal issues." Why did he have to be a combat model? It didn't make sense given Cecil's appearance, it almost seemed contradictory. Combat Machina were generally made to be large an imposing, or given some kind of daunting features to strike fear into the enemy. Yet Cecil... He almost looked like a normal boy, why was that? There had to be a reason behind his design, yet Norman couldn't imagine what that might be.

After giving a thorough look over Cecil's various parts, Norman decided the Machina was in good health. A little oil on the joints, some polish, and he'd be good as new and ready to get traveling again. As he began to apply some of the oil, Cecil had some questions for him concerning how he looked, and about his earliest memories. "No, I suppose it's not a bad thing, it's just unusual," Norman answered, concentrating as he applied a modest amount of lubrication to Cecil's legs, easing it into the sockets with a narrow brush, "As I said, combat models tend to be different, yet not in the way you are. Most look like machines, not people. That's what strikes me as so unusual here, that you look the way you do." It is possible he supposed that someone had made Cecil to resemble a lost relative; it was rare, but some wealthy benefactors had requested such models made, so that was a possibility here. "It sounds like you were activated in the factory, and for some reason felt fear... Hm..." Another unusual thing, Machina didn't really have emotions. They might be programmed to display some sort of emotion, but to actually [i]feel[/i] it? This was beyond his own knowledge of Machina, and not knowing was like an itch he couldn't scratch, he had to resolve that. "You'll be safe as long as you remain with this group, I'm sure of that. But Cecil, can you do me a favor?" Norman asked, finishing up the final bits of oiling, "I'd like to monitor you and your progress, to see how you experience things. If you can maintain some kind of log, something for me to look at on our next encounter, I'd appreciate it."

"Do you think we can really afford that? Transportation I mean. I'm pretty much broke, save for a few coppers I've got in my pocket, but that's my emergency fund," Ethan remarked, smiling slightly as he patted the coins, "And besides, aren't carriages expensive?" He'd never taken one himself really, yet the few he had seen here and there always looked to carry wealthier types as opposed to, well, them. 

Nymira smiled slightly amused and gave a small nod of her head, turning then and leaving the room for a moment. When she returned she carried with her a bag of coins, roughly the size of Amuné's head and filled to the brim. "Like I said, I managed to get some money for my mission. I know it's not terribly much, but it should get us what we need." Setting down the bag on the table she pulled loose the string holding it closed, and out spilled quite a handsome amount; gold, silver, more of the former than the latter clattered against the sheetmetal as they poured out over the surface, glistening in the light of the shop. "I understand that these carriages cost more the further they travel too, but this should still cover it, I'd think."

Ethan didn't quite hear what Nymira was saying, too busy gawking at the small fortune she'd just laid out before them. Each of those gold coins were worth a hefty sum, and there were so many of them! Never mind the silvers, and he didn't even see one copper amongst the bunch, that was amazing. He had never seen so much money in one place before, and he'd certainly never had that much himself. Blinking in surprise as he touched one of the coins, as if to test its authenticity, he smiled brightly and looked back at Nymira. "This is a small fortune? You're rich, Nymira! Heck, we could buy horses with this money!" Ethan exclaimed, getting all excited now as he started to put the coins back in the bag, "I mean, that's if you want to, it's your money. But a carriage definitely doesn't cost this much!"   

"Well that's nice to know. I still don't understand how you people price things here, so I made sure to get plenty of coin for myself," Nymira said plainly, shrugging off Ethan's amazement. "It's not that much honestly, to myself anyways. I'm used to seeing large amounts of funds come and go, my father handles huge sums on a daily basis. It's a good thing that none of the other clans use your money, otherwise we'd probably have been attacked by now." She understood that each type was more expensive than the last, yet she had no real bearing on just what the real cost was. Far as she was concerned they were just bits of metal, she'd hand them out without a second thought if she didn't have someone advising her. "I'm fine with buying our own horses, I'd rather not rely on someone else to move us. Can you ride a horse though, little one?" she asked, looking to Amuné. "And what of your moorcat?"