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The bespectacled scientist did not have proper business with Gundran, Sildar, or the politics of the matters that some of the others did. While initially she was boarding with Linene Graywind, she had since had whatever belongings moved to the Stonehill for more room and to stop driving her cousin mad.
Despite the onset of proper evening hours and their late arrival back to town, Doctor Wicker only retired to her new room for a few moments before meandering back down to the tavern proper. Phandalin proved to be much quieter than she was comfortable with and at least here there was some minor degree of bustle and activity.
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Even though she appreciated a ‘noisy’ ambiance, she still desired place to work, finding a table off on the side, rather than in the center. Only for the briefest moments did she observe others socializing before setting up an array of tools and some bizarre and unfinished mechanical project.
The flaxen-haired half elf seemed her most confident when she was head down and engrossed in this odd tinkering, often oblivious to the odd look she would receive from onlookers.
The scuffle on her periphery barely drew a glance from the doctor as she worked. It looked as if this Trilena had the whole situation well and hand and even used to patrons acting up. Something much more substantial would have to properly prove a distraction (tavern on fire? rogue bull inside? Wolfe in a dress?).
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Despite what Linene would say, Catriona wasn’t haphazard with her tools and parts to the point where they were a danger or severe bother to others. Even in at her table, she was rather contained in a corner of it. She was twisting a coiled spring with some pliers when she realized that Westra was at the perimeter of the table.
She straightened up her posture, inadvertently banging her knee against one of the legs of the table. “Yes, cert-ow!” She rubbed her knee some, though attempted to play it off cool. “I mean... be my guest. How can I help you, Captain?”
Catriona actually found herself recently well-served by the strange frog trinket that provided Goodberries that, if you didn’t know, sustained a creature for a day. Leave it to the Doctor to find efficiency in meals and conservation of funds by not doing much in terms of even taking the pleasure of eating.
With all the dinner negotiations occurring, she returned to her project. The spring properly twisted, she placed it within the bronze housing the size of a deck of cards. There was a brief sound of whirring and then a click.
She sat back a moment, a mildly confused look on her face before…
The bronze device opened and expelled a large mechanical sphere onto the table that instantaneously transformed in technomagical-steampunk fashion into a…
A clockwork owl!
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The sudden appearance of the “creature” was startling enough to have someone drop their flagon with surprise.
“Eureka!” The doctor notices person covered in their beverage. “I mean sorry…”