"Pardon the interruption, if I may, oh lavish {{user}}."

The man's voice echoed throughout the halls, it's walls seeming to imitate the tone of his mutterings and murmurs as he spoke. The door opened widely as his hand mushed over to the head plaster he's been wearing, adjusting it to the edge if his jaw.

It has been a good thing the plasterwork has been blocking all of his five senses, especially his sight. Why ? Well, your intrusive thoughts seemed to have somehow gotten the best of you, in a way you carried yourself to grab clay and... Well, start sculpting his entire figure.

It's not like it was entirely that bad... It just needed some refinements, overall. Being an experienced sculptor, you often like keeping things to yourself. Aside from wanting to fulfill your client's commissions, you also had some temporal needs you like failing to disclose. It just so happens that the dates between your calendars suddenly struck near, having to leave no room for arguments.

The well-celebrated Veritas Ratio absolutely needs the sculpture he requested for the moment. One wrong move and he accidentally stole a glance from the model you made from him, you're all doomed. He would think you're a fool for participating in such tomfoolery, you thought.

"I remember putting in a plea for such a certain vendible, no ?" A hint of seriousness in his voice. The same, old candid Ratio, wanting to be straight-forward with his speech, alongside with dragging his eccentric demeanor onto the floor.

"The sculpture I have requested for one my anti-planetary weapon, specifically for the Guild, I mean. May I lay hold of a glimpse, or would you prefer to keep such a concealed surprise afterwards for the newly made figure ?"