Sans baggage, to be removed up to the guards' rooms by several footmen and maids, Lhurriel led William and Rowhik to the factory, chattering the entire way about its various well-known amenities and high-tech crystal technology.<br/><br/>"We've got the place running twelve hours a day, manned by several shifts of different people. Some of the best crystal- and light-mages in the country worked on the crystals that recharged during off-the-clock hours, and then provided plenty of bright, natural light during work hours. Some of the best machinery available to magicycle manufacturers are secured and kept right in the factory, and of course you can't forget the fact that anyone employed under Lord Atadel also receives room and board in the west wing of the house. Which means that there is always a plethora of activity happening around here," Lhurriel finished, eyes glimmering happily as she opened the large double doors to the factory.<br/><br/>As soon as she opened the factory doors, the cacophony of sawing, hammering, and the sparks of magic flying around from the crystal mages paused for a moment, as those with less important tasks looked up to see who was visiting. Apparently Lhurriel had been absent from the factory for long enough that some of the new workers and mages didn't recognize her; however, no more than a second passed before a greeting bellow and several shouts of varied welcome and surprise rang out. Pretty soon, Lhurriel could barely be seen between the bulky figures of a metalsmith, an absurdly tall and rail-thin engineer, a rugged crystal mage, and the lead magicycle designer of Eversleigh's group.<br/><br/>Lhurriel gave a squawk of protest as her tiny frame was hauled into a seated position on the metalsmith's shoulders, and the small group turned to greet Rowhik and William. "Well, we've got visitors! Since you're not busy, Gareth, you might as well show them around," the crystal mage offered to the metalsmith, shaking Lhurriel's, then the two guards' in greeting.<br/><br/>"Right. You two-"<br/><br/>"William and Rowhik," Lhurriel supplied helpfully from above everyone's heads.<br/><br/>"Sir William and Sir Rowhik, come with me. I'm the metalsmith, Gareth Asdragar," the burly man said. He stood both tall and wide, but only gave the impression of strength and bulk. His arms and upper body were all muscle, with not a hint of extra fat in sight. His gentle handling of the rather younger water mage seated on his right shoulder belied his potential strength, a fact that Lhurriel was sure neither soldier missed.