!qw2cdBTZAc 05/13/11(Fri)02:19 No.14911133|
You walk in, seeing Dalak pointing to something on a diagram to one of his assistants.
"The bone clamp needs to be set here. That secures it to the end of the stump, and with a bit of creative flesh-knitting, you can get the outer portions of the plate secured as well." He continues, looking up for a moment as you walk in. "Got it?"
"Yessir." The apprentice says, looking over at you in surprise as he walks off.
"Hands in working order?" You ask Dalak.
"Good as new." Dalak says, flexing his hands. "Just taking a short break while Felixhia finishes construction of the plate to show some of the new faces the basics."
"That fast, huh?" You ask him.
"I know you, and some others, don't think much of my brother." Dalak begins, trying to say this as nicely as possible. "But he's very smart. He just has some trouble- OK, a lot of trouble, expressing himself. He was taking measurements on Turen's leg bone during the surgery. At present, the muscle will be ready by tomorrow."
"About that implant..." You ask him, changing the subject. "What kind of ioun ore is it? How does it compare to our own?"
Dalak turns his head at a slight angle as he answers. "Well, to tell the truth, it isn't. It's some kind of a thick, smooth piece of skin. A scale, possibly made from chitin. The frame seems to have only repressed its reactive capabilities." He points to the implant, the scale as big as a kobold's fist. "Still, it is quite the oddity. That Ioun ore definitely grew on it, and it was of good quality, not too powerful, but certainly the real deal."