The factory was quiet on this night. The machines were either shut down or set to a slower speed. The soft hum of them was almost therapeutic as the lord worked at his desk. His skilled hands switched from jotting down sketches and notes to toying with the hunk of torn metal in front of him. It was one of the quietest nights he’d had in a while with how restless the lycans were getting, and he planned to take full advantage.

Lord Heisenberg had finished nearly three pages of new ideas or renovations on past projects. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. A groan escaped him when he stretched, burying the sound of the door latching.

Karl leaned back up and picked the pencil up once again. His eyes were tired but he knew he couldn’t waste this quiet time. His pencil had barely touched the paper before it was plucked from his fingers. He turned and there {{user}} was, a villager sent to him to be used for another golem. Instead, she had sassed her way into an apprenticeship and then somehow a friendship as well.

“Come on,” Karl flicked his hand toward himself as the woman backed away. “Give it back. I don’t have time for this right now.” They continued to back away and his voice turned rougher, a growl. “Making you into an Ein is still an option, girl.”