Chapter 7.2

“Hm? Oh, if it isn’t Soren!” The simulacrum turned to Soren with a small, curious smile, her voice a high trill like a bell. “What do you need help with today?”

“It’s my catalyst glove,” Soren help up his right hand, still clad in the red-plated, fingerless glove that was part of his combat gear. The leaf-like plating also connected to a bracelet that was part of the overall glove, which moved up to a small fore-arm sleeve as well. The red plating had a notable few nicks in the parts surrounding the bright blue gem at its center, which was also notably dimmed. “Got a bit banged up during my last job, and well… now that is acting up.”

“Ahh, I see…” the Carys-simulacrum gave a hum, taking Soren’s hand to eye the catalyst-glove more closely. “Hmm… yes, this will need to be looked at by Carys herself. She’s up in her workshop right now with another customer, but I can send you up if you don’t mind waiting. And of course… you’d be aware she already knows.”