Susan
*He entered.*

"You have stairs, you know."

*He'd do the same if he could.*

"How far can you project these portals? The Wayshrine magic qwe had in the Second Era could take us anywhere, as long as it was a wayshrine. I haven't tried in quite a time, but i doubt any still stand."
Omar
"They can take me most anywhere, at least in Tamriel. I've had to have visited the place, and I often use hidden soul gems as markers, which allows me to lock onto the location better when Scrying." He says, "Speaking of..." His voice trails off as he uses telekinesis to grab a bottle of dark sparkling fluid, "Would you mind drinking this? No negative effects, I assure you. Just something that may prove useful in the future."
Susan
"I've been around, I dont drink mysterious fluids offered to me without knowing *Vaguely* What they are."

*He felt as though he was being talked down to. It kind of annoyed him.*
Omar
"It is a suspension of soul gem dust," He explains, "Allows for more accurate locating. Nothing horrid. It simply allows me to better pinpoint your location if you are in trouble. "And it helps me scry things that are farther away. You'll feel nothing from it, and I assure you I will not be observing constantly, scrying is very limited, so I'm unable to see anything specific, more a blip on a map."
Susan
"Is this something you do with everyone you meet?"

*He was being sassy now.*

"I'll drink it, I wasn't very hard to find in the first place..."

*He took the bottle with his left hand, drinking it in one go, before setting it down.*

"I'm sure you've heard some kind of skooma joke about this before..."
Omar
"I only do this with very specific individuals." He says with a chuckle, "And shockingly I haven't." He leads Byleth to his small forge, he lights the forge and begins heating an ingot of dwemer metal, "I sometimes take interest in certain individuals, ones who, for some reason or another, catch my eye. Either political individuals, such as a Jarl, or ones with very specific... Quirks."
Susan
"I qualify for the latter i suppose."

*He approached and unscrewed his hand from the first thread he was resting it on. He removed one of his white wrappings covering his right side, exposing his chest, There was a large Tribunal symbol on his chest, with a dial surrounding it. Rotating it relieved the tension on the locks keeping the brass together, and the outer casing of his arm and his chest sprang out. Inside his torso, his organs were covered in a brass casing, but notably his right lung was missing, instead in its place was some sort of device that mimicked its function. Near the lung was something resembling a dynamo core with a soul gem in the center. It was a replacement. Up his arm were similar channels to those in his hand, connecting to cogs. These were healthy.*
Omar
He inspects closely, "Seems the issue lies in your arm. Unsurprising, I imagine your arm does a lot more than your chest." He says, "I believe I'll only need to add casings to the arm channels." He moves back to the forge, the ingot was soft enough to work, he began hammering it, flattening it out, after a bit of hammering it had cooled too much, so he returns it to the forge
Susan
"I appreciate this, many wouldn't bother. Calcelmo tried, that museum curator in Markarth, but his work is subpar at best."

*Within a shoulder plate was something written in Daedric. Sunnar Fabri'siraynosim, Blessed Merged-One. Not even Byleth knew this was written on him.*
Omar
"I won't understate the gravity of disrepair. What I'm doing is merely bandaging what I can only describe as a missing limb." He says, when he notices the daedric inscribing he mutters, "Interesting..." And in between hammering of metal and placing it back into the forge to reheat he grabs a roll of paper and stick of charcoal and copies it down, placing it in front of Byleth, "Any idea what this means? It's written inside of your shoulder, which is a statement I never thought I would ever say, to be quite honest."
Susan
"Blessed Merged-One. I've heard stories about Sotha Sil stamping titles onto his favorite apostles... But those are just stories."

*He did have a more personal relationship with Seht than most apostles, he spoke to him a few times, but he refused to believe it. But there wasn't anything rlse to explain it.*
Omar
"Intriguing." He says, the metal was finally thin enough, he'd cut out some strips and begin shaping them to fit over the channels, "Nothing is ever *Just* A story, in my experience."
Susan
"He was never a personal person. If it is true, it gives me a lot to think about. All of the clockwork parts are made in image of his schematics, but none of them are made by hand. But I always felt my shoulder was... Imperfect. Truthfully, i never thought he would care to do that."

*His expression turned neutral, he was thinking. He moved his hair to the left away from the forge, his right half remaining still, he had locked his entire right half.*
Omar
"If it is true, it seems you had a deeper connection to Sotha Sil than anyone else." He says, getting the first sheath into place, it was a snug fit, and not exactly easy to get into place, but it would work, any leaks would be minimal with it in place
Susan
"Well I... He was very one sided, I never would've known. Seht would keep himself private, hiding his physical memories away away from himself in the Pnemonic Planosphere... But I was allowed in there once. Just once... Thats more than anyone else..."

*He was stuttering, almost flustered in a way.*