The repair went even more smoothly than expected. After Noel slid the displaced cog back into place, Khonnir retracted the arm without further trouble. He checked for damage and other potential problems to avoid a repeat of the incident.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Val was cheerfully chatting up the young man.<br/><br/>Had she still been working on the arm, Noel might not have noticed the quiet rumbling coming from below the torch. All the inhabitants of Torch knew that the eruptions were preceded by such signs, which could start weeks to a month ahead of time, giving the smiths plenty of time - too much time, some of them grumbled at the wasted time - to retreat to a safe distance and wait it out. This one was different, she could half hear something else, very faint, that sounded like sentient language, though nothing like the ones she knew.