<b>"Finest work you'll find in the entire Lower City miss. I'm the only pet maker in the entire Lower City, so I take it as I'm the best at my craft. Fancy yourself a bird, or perhaps a dog, mayhaps even a cat, chances are I can make one, if I don't already have one made! And don't think I can't do bigger. Why have a guard dog, when you can have a guard cheetah?"</b>He asked motioning with a large smile to the back of his shop, where in a glass case, held a stalking metal cheetah, legs extended as if to be in mid stride. Little wires were holding the creature aloft in its case, but it still gleamed, its plates shining brightly. Although it looks like steel, Volex knew it was Chrome that plated that cheetah. Lighter, and far more shiny it made for a good attraction. And while he only had two other functioning constructs who were both plated in steel, the Chrome model made the best show.<br/><br/>Gingerly taking the mouse from her he plucked the small brass ring from it's back, pocketing it. The mouse's movements slowed and the glow faded from its eyes. Gently he than placed the mouse on a high shelf on the near wall.<b>"I can guarantee you miss, that it'll be here when you come back."</b>Volex made a habit out of holding onto specific constructs customers had requested. And he made good on his word to hold onto them until they had the funds to pay for them. At that very moment he was holding onto a sparrow for some lad who was sailing on a merchant vessel, as well as a small spider for a spindly old woman who had taken a liking to the little thing.<b>"And this is a request for the copper mouse, for a Miss?"</b>He grabbed a pencil and paper from underneath the main table to write down her request.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to look at other potential customers he saw the man with a mechanical arm and had two emotions bubble up. The first being pity. It was a shame when he saw men who had to have limbs replaced because of accidents. Life was just so short, and they'd lost a part of their very being. But the other, far stronger emotion was fear.<br/><br/><i>Golems....</i><br/><br/>The probability of dealing with Scum was never out of mind for Volex. Some of his shadier dealings were with Golems who needed specific gears or certain metals. They always over paid to keep him quiet about the request and to forget what they looked like. Volex tried hard to not deal with them, even if the money would have fed him for a week....Golems were always trouble....No matter how you looked at it. He raised his index finger, a rather universal sign for 'one moment, working with a customer' to the man who seemed to be waiting patiently, but still, here in the Lower City, nothing was ever certain about anyone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>