When Loretta opened the door, Karl was thankful he only had their relatively light bags in his arms instead of the heavy honey. The room was a blur of activity, more than even the busiest of medical experiment theaters he'd seen.
Pipes and belts and pulleys seemed to cover all of the walls and ceiling, dropping down here and there in shapes he couldn't understand.
He could see far more clearly than light from the fire or candles in such a remote location should have allowed. When he finally realized where the bright light was coming from, he knew his jaw dropped comically, but there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.
"Gemma, you've been busy," Loretta said, trying her best not to laugh.
The older woman fairly preened before she launched into explanations.
"I'm making progress
