GADGET
After considering the Tyre's words for a few precise moments, Gadget replied, "
It will be done, my Tyre." He highly doubted it was something that required any effort on his part, but none the less it was another chance to impess the ColdHearts. The air seemed to be particularily stail in the room.
Need to add better air shafts next fix up day. He studied the wyvern, though he needn't, and kept a smile neatly hidden. Strong enough the hold a full-grown wyvern AND resist extreme cold. Of coarse, he'd need to get some basic measurements from the dungeon to correctly fit the sizes. "
My Tyre, if you would permit me, I must visit the dungeons in order to measure for optimum bar casting." He prayed the Tyre didn't have them already mapped out. He was desperately curious what could possibly need his personal hand for cell reinforcement.