He was directed to the local temple of Brigh, the goddess of invention, just a couple of blocks down the street. Bronze wind chimes and clockwork statues decorate the domed portico of this compound. Inside, the building looks more like a workshop than a temple, and the priest inside does nothing to dissuade that notion. Councilor Joram Kyte is an old, human male, dressed in a suit of chain, overlaid with an engineer's apron, festooned with tools, carrying a long staff, glowing with some kind of non-magical energy, judging from the cable running from it to a small pack on his back. He's currently discussing thigns with another member of the Council, a human female named Bazlundi Otterbie, a local noblewoman.<br/><br/>"Ahh, welcome to the temple of Brigh, young man," the old priest says, as Isixam entered. "I apologize for the mess, but things have been rather busy, around here, lately. How can I help you?"