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Arie looks at Miakoda confusedly. "Miakoda?"
Arie looks at Miakoda confusedly. "Miakoda?"
"Really? Intricate things like what?"
"Really? Intricate things like what?"
Miakoda: *sits up and makes his way closer to Bertrand* You humans and your... technologoy.... It is beyond what a simple Migan like myself can understand....*Miakoda begins sniffing the machine* Strange strange creatures you all are... you seem more talented than most....
*tosses Arie the wristwatch he was working on* Look at that. One of the first of its kind, a clock that you can wear on your wrist. Invented it alongside a team of some of the best blacksmiths and workers around. Runs perfectly with just a little magic from the wearer. Can your Elven mind wrap your head around that?
Stop that, you barbarian. Look what it does... *the machine, powered by magic and steam, reveals a blade and lashes out; obviously a defense mechanism* ... be careful!
Yes, I'm an inventor and mechanic, amongst other things. I also trade for a living.
A Migan? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the term...
Miakoda: *growls* A Barbarian?? If you ask me... you humans are just as savage as any other race... You are losing your connection to the earth...but as for your question. A Migan is someone who was apart of a very powerful tribe back in what you westerners would call the New World.... I suppose I am a Lycan to you....I am very aware of the tools a human can use... I imagine you may have invented the ships that helped humans span the great sea....
"Yeah, it seems easy enough..." Arie catches the watch and places it on her wrist. She releases some energy into it and the watch starts to work. "Heh...."
Ah, yes. I remember now. It was actually my grandfather who invented those large ships. I suppose greatness runs in my family.
Not bad. I'll take that back now, thank you very much.
Miakoda: *jumps over to the drivers seat from the Caravaan and growls* If you show me that level of disrespect again... I will tear your scalp off and add it to my collection... *Miakoda's Migan heritage starts to pronouce itself as the moonlight shines* I do not fear your toys... or tinkerings or your blade...I just know one thing... I may end this journey early for you if you disrespect the memories of my tribe again...*Miakoda stares into Bertrand's eyes and bares his fangs*