Chaz poked the fire with a stick, staring into it.
If you think so. What if they've moved? Or it's broke? He rubbed the back of his neck. He was not disguising the fact he was afraid. As he looked at the fire he tried to busy himself figuring out the most efficient way of propelling fire long distances. His brain was a multi-layered library of blueprints and ideas. Machines were easy to understand once you knew the basic functions. If you knew how gears worked, making a clock was just a matter of applying what you knew. He could imagine vast mechanical complexes, his sight flying through them, stories-tall contraptions of destruction. He could see every little gear and lever and corkscrew and bellows and furnace. He could already see the best way to do it, but not what these raiders had done. People weren't rational. People were hard to figure out. They didn't break into component parts.
I hope I can figure the thing out.
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Chaz, despite his nervousness, was fast asleep. He usually slept in anyways; being a cat he slept rather a lot. He smelled the tea but rolled over and curled up, mumbling something about Drow.
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Morning champ. So. We ride hard today and get the horses settled earlier. We will do some recon and then move in at night. Hopefully we'll have some idea what it is we'll be working with by then.
They hit the road and again, a quiet ride over sauntering hills. The woods that dappled the landscape offered them some shade from the midday sun though and they took respite in one lush grove.
Lunch time.
Grayell was chewing quietly and relaxed against a tree... but had a question.
So Chaz... I don't mean to pry... but how do you do it?