Gavyn

Registered Lightning collector subspecies dragon, if re-sold please update the ownership on the dragonlist registry above please.

Lore WIP

A knock at Gavyn's workshop entrance broke his concentration. "I'll bet that's Eldsem with some new salvage for me," he murmured to himself. He sat back on his haunches, leaning away from the generator he was working on and wiping his oily claws on a nearby scrap of cloth. "You can come in," he said, standing and turning to greet the skydancer. Only to jump back suddenly when greeted with an expressionless mask. "Gods, I'm still not used to that stupid thing," he said with a grimace.
The skydancer's antenna(e?) bounced as he chortled in amusement. "Someday you'll be expecting it," he said, voice muffled by the plague mask he insisted on wearing. It pulled together his "scavenger look," or so he claimed. "I found something weird for you today," he said, changing the subject back to business. He turned and hauled something through the entrance, half dragging and half tossing it to Gavyn's feet. It looked like a lifesize wildclaw automaton.
"Where'd you get this? Some amusement park or something?" Gavyn asked, puzzled. The skydancer tilted his head in an approximation of a shrug.
"I found it under a pile of rubble. It's missing some parts for sure, and it was leaking some sort of blue fluid, but I thought you could salvage something from it. Or maybe you could make it your next pet project," his head feathers flicked. "I don't know," he finished.
"I'm sure I'll find some use for it. Maybe it has some parts I can use to fix this dang generator for good," Gavyn said with a glare toward the offending machinery. "In any case, thank you," he said, turning back to the skydancer with a smile and a nod. The skydancer bobbed his head in aknowledgement, then took his leave. Gavyn turned back to the hunk of metal at his feet. ("Now what to do with you," he said to himself.)