Sitting at the table, the mechanic had a mini screwdriver out and was slowly tightening the top screw on the small spider like robot. "Will you stay still, i'm almost done." he said as the little thing was twitching as he was working on it. The moment he was done, he pulled the screwdriver away and the moment he did the little robot began to scuttle around the table in a happy frenzy. Though Jeravos just shook his head.<br/><br/>Leaning back in his chair after that, the man just reached up and pulled off his goggles to hang them around his neck before looking around at the patrons in the inn. It was one of the nicer inns in Diamond District, which was one of the more posh spots of the city. The inn had three stories to it, and a large bath house in the back. The first floor was mostly a pub with various booths around the room, with a number of tables spread out with a bar in the very center of the room, and a spiral staircase just behind that.<br/><br/>From his booth in the corner, Jeravos could see just about everyone, so when the chimes rang and a man wearing a torn duster, wide brimmed hat, boots and gloves walked in with a rapier at his hip and a revolver across his chest, he just rose an eyebrow.  The mechanic just watched the newcomer as he held out his hand, and the little spider obediently crawled into his palm. It was just as the new comer made his way to the back of the room that he saw the man sit down, and pull something from under his coat. A crimson stone bigger then his hand, with black veins runnings all along it. The man seemed to look around nervously for a moment, before looking at the man across from him and started speaking in low hushed tones. "Clacka," he said leaning over to set the spider on the floor. "I wanna hear what their saying."<br/><br/>The spider just tapped it's spindly leg twice before quickly scuttling away and making it's way through the crowd unseen. As it moved, Jeravous lifted his arm to rest his gauntlet on the table, before pulling a panel back on it, and bringing up an antenna from it, and a single wire out, while pulling out what looked like part of a headset from his coat and connected it to the wire, before putting it to his ear. It was about that time the spider had moved under the table, and dug it's legs into position, and a small antenna came out of the top of the spider.<br/><br/>"I'm tellin yeh, tis Avalonian. I fund deh way."<br/><br/>"Ug, accents." Jeravos complained, though even so his attention was rapped now.<br/><br/>"Listen Vorick, I'll admit this stone is strange but there's no proof that it's Avalonian. For all you know it could just be a pretty stone."<br/><br/>"I Knuw what it is. I even made a map of it, I dune seen it David. The city o' fables. Yeh can deny me, but I knuw what I saw. And I plan ta go back, wit or wit out you."<br/><br/>With that, the man quickly got back up, hiding the egg under his coat once more to walk to the bar to pay for a room. It didn't matter that, the mechanic had heard more then enough. Removing the ear piece and putting it back in his coat and wrapping the wire back into his gauntlet, he looked down at his spider as it came scuttling back. "Avalon Clacka, can you imagine?" He had heard the stories enough, just as any young lad or lass, though he himself didn't believe the tales of magic. He believed that the ancient kingdom had a wisdom far beyond what others could comprehend, and had technologies that others could only see as magic it was so advanced, and for someone like him, that was just as much a draw as the call of magic. "I think we're gonna need a map buddy."