Owailion interrupted her by throwing down his clamp-like tool and turned his back on them. He marched away from them, making his way through the maze of machines toward the actual palace beyond the scrap yard.
Doggedly Patha followed him and entered the maze, passing in through the outer doors and into the weather-controlled courtyard where all the machinery blocked the paths. “Sir, we haven't much time and if anyone knows about them, it would be you.”
Lar wordlessly followed behind, taking note of all the fascinating machines. He wondered what kind of plans and diagrams might become part of his library if he could talk Owailion into sharing his designs.
“That damn bird went and came back, didn't she?” Owailion’s muttering brought Lar back to the matter at hand. “Distracting you from yo
