"I'm sure we'll both find something, I need something to eat to tide me over 'til dinner. There's no way in hell they'll ever match up on their own, but who knows what they've started importing since Ibara took over."<br/><br/>Arlokk smiled down at his son and scooped him up lovingly.<span style="color: DarkGreen">"I don't really know yet, we've been so caught up in the issues with your pregnancy neither of us have really had a chance to sit down and think about it."</span><br/><br/>Britomart was given dismissive waves from soldiers on either side of the camp, but a few men slowly went back to work.<span style="color: Sienna"> "You can't make'em work anymore, there's nothing left of them." </span>The one surviving Gnome engineer limped over to Britomart's table with the help of a makeshift crutch.<span style="color: Sienna">"You're yelling at corpses, and while you may look like it right now, you're no Arthas."</span>He let out a soft sigh and pulled himself up onto a stool next to her to look at the blueprints.<span style="color: Sienna">"We don't have that, can't make that... I might be able to salvage one of those, we don't have the tools to make that either. Well..."</span>He let out a heavy sigh.<span style="color: Sienna"> "I might be able to makeshift some of these parts from the local critters, and I might be able to ramp up the power a little bit to compensate... Even if I could upgrade the machine, we're never going to have enough water on hand, we've too many sick and the priestess has nearly worked herself to death even with the others trying to help. We're just delaying our own deaths at this point..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>