22nd of Searing, 120 AV
"What is it, exactly, you are trying to make?" The old artificer stroked his beard as he looked over Milana's shoulder. It had been several days since the girl's little... episode, after which she had gone into somewhat of a frenzy. She had sent orders to the smith for special copper molds to be crafted, using rough sketches of designs for odd parts and pieces. The typical gears and such were there, as Dillinger had expected, but usually, he had those items specially shipped to Loras for their projects. Now, however...
The man looked over the workbench with a critical eye, examining the new pieces of equipment Milana had ordered from Kamdin. A set of small screwdrivers of different sizes, pliers, wires, multiple gem settings from the jewelry. An entire gadgeteer kit worth of items. Milana had always shown an interest in his work, but she had never been quite this enthusiastic. As for the woman herself she was pouring over a rather terrible sketch that Dillinger THOUGHT was meant to be a blueprint. He had studied this already, but for the life of him he could not figure out what her intentions were.
"Something that will help me..." Milana said distractedly. She wiped her cheek with an ink-stained hand, not even minding that a black streak was left under her eye after the action, "I need something that will let me be more flexible. Not in the literal sense of course." She pat her legs for emphasis, making the older man frown as she continued, "But something that would be my hands and do things that I can't do."
"Ah, a golem then? You want to make an assistant?" He said this as he straightened, still stroking his beard as he looked toward the door where the bodyguard undoubtedly stood waiting, "Though wasn't that what Mr. Strous was supposed to be? Somehow I doubt he will take being replaced too kindly."
"No, not an assistant." Milana shook her head slowly, eyes squinted as she finished drawing a circle with four lines branching off of it, "I need something more like... fingers I suppose. Or extensions of my hands in the literal sense?" She paused in her drawing to muse this over before continuing, "This is just the start though. I think I can turn this into something that will help not just me, but all of Loras. If I can figure out how to do it that is..."
Dillinger sighed and shook his head. They had been going around in circles for the better part of an hour. No matter how he pressed the frustrating woman simply wouldn't give up her project details. He supposed that he was partly to blame, considering he was rather tight-lipped himself. Still, it was just a bit frustrating considering he was meant to be her instructor.
"Ah ha!" Milana exclaimed, sitting up straight and holding the parchment up in front of her. "Here, this is where we will start!"