Marix stood in front of the group as they built the cart. Thanks to his arm, he wasn't much use other than making sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to.
Whimble was taking charge, instructing them how to build, limping around as he pointed at this and that.
"Break this piece right…..slrrrp...here and put it….slrrrrp…. over there." He guided them confidently.
Eilownia approached Marix with her hands clasped behind her back. She stared at Whimble with a look of amazement.
"How does he know how to build all of that? Whimble is so knowledgeable! Is there anything he can't do?"
Marix snorted, "Anything he can't do? Plenty. As for this," he motioned towards the cart construction, waving his index finger back and forth, "Whimble is an engineer. He's the one who designed and built most of the torture devices."
Eilownia tilted her head, "He built those?"
He nodded, "And much more intense ones that you were lucky enough to never see."
