Quinn's workshop was a wonder in and of itself.    It was large enough to build large capital projects, though it wasn't fit to do them en-masse.    Still, there was plenty of space to work with,  and it was interspersed with scaffolding, lifts, cranes, and various workstations that were needed to forge parts.     A skilled craftsman could use this facility to build anything just short of a war-strider.<br/><br/>The Savant, however, had a project of much smaller scale in mind.<br/><br/>She carefully went about lining out the parts that she needed out on the table in front of her, and donned a pair of glasses over her eyes that contained magnifying lenses.   The lens on the right eye had yet a smaller lens mounted in front of it, which allowed her to see every minute detail of the gears that she was about to be working with.<br/><br/>She cleared her mind of the new life growing within her, and concentrated on the diagram that she had constructed in her head of how her project should work, and then set about building.<br/><br/>Her fingers were deft, agile, and steady.    She held the pieces that she needed in her left hand, while her right hand held several small tools between her fingers, and secured the parts she needed with slight twists of her hand.    As she worked, she qued up the parts that she required, holding them between the fingers of her left hand, and deftly flipping them into place when needed.<br/><br/>(OOC: Using craftsman needs no tools, droppiing in 2nd Ex use for 4 sux:      At 2010-01-24 21:29:42, Quinn Riley (uid: 10026) rolls: 7d10 tn1: 7 tn2: 10 Result: 2 (http://dicebot.php?r=13476),  for 6 total Sux.)<br/><br/><br/>The pile of gears and metal quickly became clockwork hinges and retractable rods, and those in turn quickly gained shape.    When she was finished, her imagination had produced physical form.   What had once been a bunch of loose parts and metal now formed a monstrous cage, large enough to hold any Demon.    It's bars were made of metal, but had been stylized to resemble the bones of a great beast, each held together with gears and wires.<br/><br/>Each of the five bars reached upwards like the fingers of a clawed, alien beast, and curved inwards at the top, so that any attempt to go up would be met with the dangerous, pointed ends of diabolic digits.   All of the digits met at the bottom on several interconnected plates that looked somewhat like a palm.      The mechanical claw would serve its purpose to remind its inhabitant that it rested solely in the grasp of its master.   To further re-enforce this position of submission,  the Surrendering oaths of the Yozi were inscribed in a circle on the palm in old-realm script, and each digit bore picto-graphs that narrated part of the story of the Primordial's defeat and subsequent enslavement.<br/><br/>The back of the fifth digit bore a large handle-style switch that looked much like a circuit-breaker.       When she was finished, Quinn pulled this switch and entire contraption sprang to life.     Gears whirred as the digits of the hand began to fold in on themselves like a spider's legs,  and the base began to collapse along it's palm lines.     The bars moved around the palm until they were all folded neatly parallel to each other, and then began to shrink like retractable rods.   As they did so, the plates of the palm began to wrap around the rods of the digits until it was all one, neat concise tube that looked as if it held a large tent.<br/><br/>The Savant smiled.  It was good work.   It wasn't quiet as light as she would have liked it to be, but it was at least portable and she didn't have the exotic components to spare so mundane principles (though cleverly implemented) would have to work.<br/><br/>And with that, she returned to Marek in her bed.    She needed her rest, for tomorrow there was summoning to be done.