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The Mavloix was grand. That was something that Wren would never have been able to deny. Not that he would have wanted to. He took in everything with an air of fascination about him, trying to memorize every detail, eyes constantly moving from one point of interest to the next. And in this place, with its high-class air and fascinating, probably incredibly expensive artifacts, held many interests to the young man.
He followed behind the others, trying to keep up even while he was taking in the sights they passed by. His cheque for 100 crowns was hidden safely away in his pocket. The catch that came with the cheque did not surprise him at all. For a brightening's worth of work he imagined he would be too tired to actually cash it until the next morning had come.
Wren was just as curious as he was sure the others were as to what exactly they would be doing here. The 'things' answer did not do much to satisfy his curiosity, but he was sure he would find out soon enough. That was, after all, the very reason he was in the Mavloix now.
Ah, but as they were led further it seemed as if Wren's wandering eyes had finally been spotted by someone who seemed to care about such things. He jumped at the sudden jab in the back, looking back over his shoulder at the lady who was strangely intimidating with her parchment and board. "What are you? A visitor? Hurry up!"
He chuckled nervously, an apologetic smile upon his face. "Ah, sorry, sorry." He jogged a little to catch up with the others, hoping to avoid another sharp poke. "Pleasant people," he commented, as if it was something obvious to see.
It was the final room they were led into that really caught Wren's attention. He had always enjoyed looking and fiddling about with strange things, but this was certainly a first. He had seen the clock from afar often enough, but he had never been able to imagine what exactly had been inside that device.
He placed his hands upon the railing and craned his neck back, trying to see to the very top. "So, where do we begin?" he asked, looking expectantly back at the people who had guided them this far.
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