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35.1/4: Tek's restorative attempts have taken root after all. Imagining me complicit by my supplied materials, he would have me grant quarter to his first draft whilst he applies his meddlings on his late wife.

Fool. The moon rises not backwards; better to pay mind to a new mind than seek to wake an old one. Alas, it is mute, thus it may stay.

37.2/4: It squawks whenever it senses me. It must go. Surely Tek's sorry excuse for a workshop must have a spare holding pen.

37.3/4: Tek would have me believe 6γ02 exited his concealed facility, slipped unnoticed past our perimeter's wards and Bonestriders, and made its way to my chamber undetected, all on its own, he insists. Alas, directives are difficult to rewrite once etched; its preference for my presence is set, thus cope I must.

38.1/4: Unsurprisingly, Tek was incorrect.
6γ02's journey had a witness after all. The Bonestrider of the Dusk Way followed it here to me, and he has annoying questions. My quarters cannot house so many guests. I must amend this.

39.2/4: The Dusk'strider has been appeased by some lessons over cauldrons fermenting in moonlight, allowing his curiosity to be satisfied while he's out on his rounds, far from my quarters. Alas, 6γ02 remains.

43.4/4: Dusk makes the clan's second Pillarbound Rites practitioner with his new cauldron-born son, though the first publicly known, as Tek kept his tinkerings to himself.

45.0/4: How can I consider my solution inspired by Dusk, when the novice's mixings began in my cauldrons? In inspiring him, I have inspired myself, only. Nevertheless, it is decided. To keep Gamma occupied, I shall form a gob of my own signature, such that Gamma may imprint on a cauldron-born shadow of myself and leave me be.

Tek's tip I'll cop to taking; better to keep the names of our curious sons off the tongues of the lair. Though were I to lend my boy to the census-taker's regard, I dream he would write thus:

Title: Lirk Duty: publicly Belirk's Gob, covertly 6γ02's Keeper Mate: - Battlebond: 6γ02 Origin: Belirk's cauldron, after the creation of the Dusk Bonestrider's Gob, constructed to replace Belirk as the object of 6γ02's attention so Belirk need not deal with him [2nd accent I've ever pre-ordered] Blood: Green Goo, Silver Muck Intent: to keep 6γ02 busy and hidden from clan view, so that Tek's Tinkerings remain secret and Belirk is not implicated in their creation in case 6γ02 wanders from Belirk's inner sanctuary and is spotted by a Grit Clan member, or someone visits Belirk and sees 6γ02, to be offered as a plausible explanation of the black-white and grey-green figure that the clan member had seen and mistaken for an intruder, unsanctioned guest, or, say, an illegal amalgam of reanimated corpses (worked on Alak)