Volex nodded at the golem, recognizing the icy courtesy in his voice. He took a moment to scan underneath the counter for any scraps before he raised his finger again,<b>"Just a moment sir, I'll take stock of what I've got, and then I'll..."</b>his sentence dropped off as he heard the golem's follow up, about 30 pounds.<br/><br/><i>Where does a golem in the Lower City get his mitts on 30 pounds!?</i><br/><br/>Smiling, Volex ducked into his workshop, the second of two doors. Leaving it a jar he scanned his work shop. He didn't carry any large amount of 'scraps'. He bought only what he needed, and never more. But 30 pounds.....It was hardly enough to not to sell out. But than again, he was working with someone who had gotten a hold of 30 pounds....And Volex wasn't entirely sure if he should take possible 'dirty' money.<br/><br/><i>Brass piping....Steam pressure containers....pistons....copper tubing....wire...glass bulbs...</i><br/><br/>He came back out of his workshop closing the door behind him.<br/><br/><b>"Sir, while I don't have a lot of scraps per say, I do have a fair amount of iron plating, copper tubing, and some brass gears. Nothing large mind you, rather small. I mean, after all, look at my pets. They're not exactly built with the same stuff you are...."</b>he let out a faint chuckle, stopping when he realized better of himself.<b>"As for the....large sum you've offered, I'd be willing to spare some of the materials I spoke of for 20 pounds. No need to overprice it after all, eh?"</b>In truth, the amount of materials he was willing to part with was almost that much, but he wanted to come off as friendly.<br/><br/><i>Never make a enemy out of a customer</i><br/>============================<br/><br/>When he saw a young woman with very fine clothing come in he found himself at a loss for words. Here in his shop he was tending to a golem, and just behind him, and a few feet away...was a woman who surely must have been of middle class, if not upper. Her fine dress outshone many of the less polished creatures he'd made.<br/><br/><b>"Thank you miss...Ahhh! Please be careful with the wings, they're rather delicate!"</b>he became rather flustered as he saw her extending the wings to their full wing length. The birds in particular were hard to make accurately, and making them flutter, let alone fly, was a challenge even for him. The wings however, weren't supposed to be extended by the user, only by the 'creature' when it was 'alive'.<br/><br/>He turned to the golem with a half smile, indicating that he, as a shop keeper, had to tend to someone of such high class. Volex came out from behind the counter, the small beagle still sleeping soundly on the floor, its head resting on it's metal leg.<b>"Miss, I am Volex. Owner of this shop and creator of all these creatures....How may I help you today?"</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>