<span style="font-style: italic">Reagents: Blightthistle branch, raven feathers, direwolf tooth, silver rose petal.</span>Walking through the woods, Maximillius "Cogs" Dynamium kept his eyes out for these rare things. His goggles were connected to the crystal hanging at his belt, and were constantly scanning for signs of the reagent's sources. He'd been walking for three hours, though, and nothing had popped up. He still had time, though. The teleportation runes he had brought needed recharging, and were far from done yet. He expected to be able to return to his workshop in roughly thirty minutes, but he had to be back in two hours. What would happen if he left his chemicals to work for too long, he didn't want to think about. His earplugs filtered out the mechanical whirring of his leg and back supports, and enhanced everything else. It wasn't until he had to dry his forehead with the sleeve of his robe, however, that Cogs admitted to himself that he needed a break. Tapping his crystal, which served both as a medium through which to channel magic and as the motherboard of his devices, he brought up a map of the area. There was supposed to be a secluded pond somewhere nearby.<span style="font-style: italic">Good. A quick dip would do me good.</span><br/><br/>It took roughly five minutes to reach the pond and another two to find the entrance to the secluded crevice. His earplugs magnified the sound of rustling water nearby. Reaching the crevice, Cogs smiled to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Aaaah, private relaxation.</span>He didn't even notice the woman lying there until his rucksack was disconnected from his supports and on the ground. Once he spotted her, he froze.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh... shit.</span>To make matters worse, a humming voice came from his crystal.<span style="color: #4040FF">"Potential threat detected. Wapon systems online."</span>Cogs himself was so frozen in fear, he couldn't even talk to explain himself, let alone fire his weapons.