"Only looked haven't touched. And so far, I can honestly say it wasn't me. Shall we head over to it? And can I see the sample please?"<br/><br/>He nodded to the god, before dismissing his chair and table, and offering the dwarf another of the same rum he was sipping.<em>Definitely not me. Point in case, only twenty five dead and an explosion that didn't level the mountain. If we use bombs, we don't go halfway. Too messy, too easy to catch noncombatants or beings not targeted. However, that only twenty five were killed is when we usually use a single construct. At range, over a week. We can do it faster if needed, but nothing so far indicates that this was a rush other than the bomb.</em><br/><br/>He let Moridin lead the way, examining the sample as they went. "I recognize the model, definitely one of ours, a first generation, mark seven hand. The middle joint gives it away, too many gears, now use hydraulics. Even exploded, enough remain, definitely mythantine or straight adamantine. No IFF, not surprising, never did put one into a hand, or any other identification. Pity, but while mine, the damage indicates that it has been here since the first encounter with a roving shard. My guard is ahead, observing the site."