That was what he wanted to hear, and began taking notes at a distance, in his room, even though he was here with them still. He carefully steered the conversation, mostly keeping it relevant to improving the general purpose variant, his preferred model, before eventually standing. "While I would love to stay longer and see what improvements everyone still had to offer, I have to inspect the manufacturing lines. So, if anyone was interested in accompanying me, I would request that you be checked for brain damage, but would appreciate the company."<br/><br/>He was not joking about the upcoming boredom, but the inspection needed to be done and would likely take several hours. It was almost identical for each line that produced a model, but each 'line' was actually a factory in and of itself, and there were eight in total. It was a standard technology, modern factory, with simple constructs that repeated the same step endlessly, each step one of hundreds to produce a single unit of a given design. "And this is why it costs about 5 million gold for the basic line warrior, Nadriina, and substantial more for the more powerful ones. That cost also includes the maintenance for the constructs here, new bases, research and development. It is a large number of things, not just the individual units."<br/><br/>Further along the production line, toward the back, they would get to see the large chunks of molten Mythantine being brought up from the large cavern underneath in huge scoops. It was poured out into a large cauldron where several constructs were using magic on it. Directly behind the cauldron was a small section of open dirt, where the ground was still bare and uncovered, an oddity in the otherwise spotless and completely sterile compound, until the earth rose up. It tilted back and forth, examining the three organics that were viewing the process until Draiss gestured, soothing the creature so that it settled. "The Genis Loci. I have... an agreement with it, and it is rather protective of its secrets. Without its help, we could not refine the mythantine past the third stage to the fourth and final one."<br/><br/>The Genis Loci tossed a bit of earth into the cauldron, the piece glowing with magic even to normal eyes, before the boiling liquid metal suddenly settled into a puddle, no longer a true liquid, but more of a gel, which the mage constructs removed with small spades, pouring the metal into molds before magically cooling the still hot metal. That done, he nodded, before moving down another line, pointing out things to the small gaggle of floating constructs behind him, several of the assembly constructs getting repair drones sent to them, before he moved on. It only took an hour to review all eight construction lines, before shaking his head. "That is enough for today. I can review the other plants at a later date."<br/><br/>He headed over to the portal area, and popped one open, letting himself and those who had come head back. Once back, he let them scatter as they wanted, though he would answer questions before he disappeared, looking for Vorela.