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[Deacon Drake]

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Despite the long and weary trip, the cloaked man entering Ver Lor Reg was awake and very alert. He never had much reason to trust the Gargoyles... so staying the night in this wretched town was out of the question.

After a brisk stroll into the back alleys of the town unknown to most, he came to a small shack behind the tinkering shop. He peered inside, and a large winged figure was working diligently on what appeared to be a mechanical arm.

He walked in slowly, careful not to alert the figure of his presence. He drew his sword, slowly, quietly, and placed the point between the shoulders of the figure's wings. "Do not move," the cloaked man ordered, "and do not speak. What are you working on?"

With a low chuckle, the creature replied, "The very order you gave me. I trust you brought what I asked for?"

The cloaked man put away sword and drew his hood. A long, clean scar was visible over his left eye, and two red marks ran from his eyes down his cheeks. "Let me see it," Steel spoke. The Gargoyle held up the project he had just completed. It was a mechanical arm, the size of a human arm. "Very good," Steel said after a long pause. "It should work... better than the last one, mind you. It rusted over on me."

"Anything will rust over after a long period of inactivity. Don't blame me because you got your foolish self locked up," the Gargoyle replied.

Steel grinned slowly, and snatched the arm out of the Gargoyle's hand. "I will have someone I trust put this on."

"And payment?" the Gargoyle asked. "You brought what I asked for?" Steel cackled lightly and turned to walk away. The Gargoyle started after him and grabbed his left arm - the one that was rusted over. "I asked for my payment, human. Hand it over."

"Let go of my arm," Steel spoke coldly. The Gargoyle tightened its grip. After a long day of working over the forge, it must've thought it had Steel's good arm. Without a word, Steel decided to end this worthless argument. He freed his arm and drew his sword, swiftly but accurately placing it through the Gargoyle's heart. He held up his free hand and spoke softly, "Augus Luminos." A flash of light blinded the Gargoyle and sent it across the room. The sword glided cleanly out of the creature's body, and Steel wiped it down on a nearby oil cloth.

"I never trusted these heathens," he spoke. He picked up his new arm, drew his hood over his face, and walked slowly out of the shop.
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