Audrey's whole body shook at the thought of having to kill the king. She didn't want to kill anybody, no matter how bad they were. Nevertheless, some tough choices had to be made for the survival of her township. She was agree to it if it became necessary. "I like the idea of sending someone to spy on him. Maybe in the next week, we can start planning that out," she said with a nod.<br/><br/>Chuckling at Leon's wry look at the tea tray, Audrey sipped at her own tea. Her laugh was cut off as the tray hissed and heaved, before sputtering to silence from overheating itself.<br/><br/>"You know how Samson is," she said, keeping her eye on the tea service in case it decided to start working again.<br/><br/>The town's inventor, Samson was a spritely old man who spent most of his time locked away in his lab. Whenever he walked around, he wore a large magnifying glass on his right eye. He took some time getting used to. His smaller inventions, like the tea tray or the unfortunate stamp-licker from last year, rarely worked properly. These side projects were used for him to bide his time as he waited to create more important inventions. Artimus's creator, he also build a mechanical bridge to replace a wooden one that went over the river on the town's edge. Almost everything special to Mainsprings had his hand in it, which was why Audrey asked him to see what he could cook up in defense of the town.