Virginia
He enters the city, taking a look around. Something was different from the last time he was there, he couldn't exactly place what, though. He was able repair his damaged limbs using the materials he had scavenged in the ruin where he'd been.
Eva
*He would soon be able to place it. A Dwemer construct... Humanoid... Being treated as a tourist attraction. There was a dunmer nearby it, looking dissaprovingly, and arguing with a mage. The dunmer looked familiar to him. Very, very familiar.*
Virginia
His armor would conceal his identity for the most part, save for the rumors of a so-called 'Mold Knight'. He approaches the humanoid construct, peering at it, kneeling to get a better look at the body. He takes a mental note on how its functioning, and anything that was repaired incorrectly. His interest about the construct would be very noticeable
Thomas
"I didnt build the Imperfect in a day, what makes you think you can make this work in a day? There's no guarantee it doesn't just slaughter the crowd!"

*Calcelmos next words were irrelevant. What mattered was what the Dunmer just said. Imperfect. The dunmer began to walk off rather aloofly, letting that be Calcelmo's problem.*
Virginia
"Seems to be missing parts." He says to the altmer, "A few cogs, mostly. One actuator is broken, another is just not there." He walks around the construct bobbing up and down like a dog catching a scent, "That's just from looking at the outside, I'd look over your blueprints with it opened up. Couldn't hurt to top off the oil either."
Eva
*Calcelmo seemed defeated.*

"Just leave me be I don't need someone else ridiculing me!"

*The dunmer from earlier was watching from a set of stairs. He was mostly covered, but his right arm... Entirely brass.*
Virginia
He pats Calcelmo's shoulder, "You should've seen my first. It tried to kill me, almost did, too." He says with a sympathetic tone

He turns, looking at the Dunmer's arm, he recognizes the make of it, possibly one of his own work, but either way it was Clockwork. He'd approach cautiously
Thomas
*Calcelmo silently Packed up everything in his little display and had guards haul the Architon back to the Keep. Byleth watched carefully, putting his right arm in front of him. The back of his hand had a Ghartok on it.*
Virginia
He approaches, "Awfully bold for him to put an unfinished product on display." He says, "Could've gone real bad." He looks at Byleth's arm, "Interesting piece, you make it yourself?" His voice is *Almost* Familiar
Thomas
"He can be a fool at times. He thinks too highly of himself, and doesn't have much to back it up with."

*Byleth had a soft, calm voice. He sounded quite similar to Sotha Sil, actually.*

"This? No, no someone else did, long ago."

*He rarely spoke directly.*
Virginia
"Sounds like he wasn't allowing himselfenough time to get everything down." He says, "I gave him some advice but... Didn't seem to take it very well, onto my question, though. Does this fella have a name? The craftsmanship seems familiar but I can't quite place it."
Thomas
"He was of House Sotha, before it disbanded."

*He knew he was onto him, he was just toying with him at this point.*

"Calcelmo insists on doing things without help from those who may be more qualified."
Virginia
"A member of House Sotha. I assume you mean Seht, the Mainspring Ever-Wound, Father of Mysteries, Magus, Magician, Teacher, Sorcerer, Tinkerer, Clockwrog God, The Light of Knowledge, Inspiration of Craft and Sorcery, God of the World Mechanism, and Clockwork King of the Three in One, Sotha Sil?"
Thomas
"Yes, by every Title and more."

*He smiled, sticking his right foot out of his robe, also Brass.*

"Then I assume we come from the Same Place."
Virginia
"Seems we did." He says, removing a wrench from his bag and undoing bolts on his helmet. There's a slight his as it comes off. "I think I've seen you, before. You're the one who preached for equal worship of the three, right?"
Thomas
"Yes... Did that for quite a while before His Death. Lost a bit of myself when it happened."

*He frowned a little. He rarely, if ever, thought about that chapter of his life.*
Virginia
"All that happened to me when Sotha died was make the other Apostles hate me more." He says, "The religious stuff never really stuck. They saw me as some blasphemer who sullied the name of Seht, as if I wasn't chosen to be an apostle."
Thomas
"My mind shattered."

*He didn't go into detail, and moved onto his next point.*

"I knew Sotha Sil, the Person, more than any of them. He would've hated that sort of treatment."
Virginia
"Perhaps." He says, his mind wanders a moment, then he shakes his head, "I never agreed with his grand design, didn't really like living in the Clockwork City either. I'm more... Wordly, I guess."
Thomas
"I spent much of my time relaxing in the gardens... But even that never felt... Real. When i could leave and return at will... I spent quite a bit of Time in Elsweyr and High Isle. Beautiful places."

*He began to walk, expecting him to follow.*

"But i find myself to prefer living here over the Clockwork city."
Virginia
He stands there a moment, then follows, "I left the Clockwork City 196 years ago, during the Red Year. It got too tense there, felt like someone was going to try to kill me in my sleep." He says, "My brass doesn't shine quite like it used to. A personal choice."
Thomas
"Imperfection. Something seht believed in. That perfection was unobtainable. You choose to neglect yourself."
Virginia
"I let my brass get a bit green, never to the point of damage, though." He says, "An homage to one of the gods I worship."
Thomas
"Peryite? A bit obvious."

*As they walked up, there were less and less people. Cherry blossoms sometimes sprouted out of the rock up here.*
Virginia
"Yes, but I'm not one of the ones who goes and tries to catch every disease." He says, "I believe in Order, and Peryite is important on that regard."
Thomas
"Always found that revelry in diseases... A bit confusing... Considering he isn't going to cure all the symptoms for you. Personally, I moved onto Mora. We're getting close now."

*More steps, but they eventually reached a traditional Telvanni Gate. It opened and led to a spacious garden. Standing by the pond was the Imperfect.*