<strong>Location:</strong>Professor Durgan's Workshop<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clio<br/><br/>Durgan gave a grunt of amusement regarding seeing how students work.  “You’d be astonished at disparities between knowledge and simple common sense,” he explained.  “You already have your hair in a ponytail; I had a girl yesterday that wanted to work the bandsaw and figured having waist-long hair and no braiding wasn’t going to be a problem.”  He just smiled regarding Old Redbeard.<br/><br/>The mention of Conroy got a completely different grunt, this one of approval.  “Never met him personally, but when he was starting out, he was seriously strapped for cash and offered to sign them if you paid extra.  Makes it quite a collector’s item now, especially since he no longer has time for autographs.”<br/><br/>Durgan just smiled as the shock overtook Clio, but he grinned as Clio threw caution to the wind and just took over.  He knew that crafters couldn’t help but want to take things apart to see how they worked, and no doubt Old Redbeard had explained how talented she was at putting them back together again, else it’s hard to imagine why he’d have risked an ancient Relic in her hands.<br/><br/>As she carefully took it apart, she saw part of the problem.  It was easy to understand the basics of the craft, seeing old gears and recognizing ancient features that were less complicated in the modern day than an old-fashioned pocketwatch.  The true magic of the process - what really made Bubo work - was the might and power of Hephaestus.  He’d created Bubo, imbued the owl with divine power, and thus it lived.<br/><br/>Someone - probably Durgan, but not definitely- had etched Futhark runes into the gears inside in an effort to make the owl function once more.  Clio recognized the Norse runes on sight, but didn’t recognize their meaning or function, and couldn’t tell what, if anything, was wrong with how they worked.  All that was missing was Hephaestus’ blessing, assuming it had been withdrawn.<br/><br/>Prayers worked best with sacrifice, and the better the sacrifice, the better the chance a god would hear and grant the request.  Everyone knew how fickle the Theoi could be.  The problem with the owl wasn’t anything wrong with the gears; the question was what to sacrifice to Hephaestus in order to get the owl working once more.<br/><br/>Durgan watched in silence, waiting to see how far she got on her own, and could answer questions if she got stuck.  He seemed pleased so far, and it seemed unlikely he would flunk her and force her to take mundane shop classes even if she couldn’t figure out the next step.<br/>