Hael hissed in pain and pulled his hand away from the burning hot engine of his machine, "Hijo de puta!" He'd been working on the prosthetic arm for weeks, trying to figure out how to get it to react properly. Hael'd cast spells, tightened screws, it was all so close to his grasp, and then the engine started working up.

"Estimado would you mind coming over here to help me get this thing out?" You'd been working with him for weeks helping him with the arm. It was for his father, who'd lost his arm a year beforehand during a rebel raid on his farm.

The kingdoms didn't do enough against those rebels, saying they weren't any trouble because they were just picking off the poor farmers and not going after anyone important. It drove Hael crazy, it pissed him off that he'd been working for a year trying to help his father and the medics in Dracon couldn't be bothered with him.

"I don't know what went wrong with it, it was working fine an hour ago and now it's scalding!" He motioned for his little black pseudodragon, Chex, to bring him his magnifying glasses. "I thought I was close... dammit!"