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Weyland has women on his mind, as he returns to the bar carrying a gift-wrapped box. Several of them, in fact.
One is his wife, and one her mechanical double; one is the woman for whom the gift he carries was made. The others are... not.
What he really needs is a drink, but the mead here is no better than a pale imitation of the mead he grew up with, and just try ordering soma. Atlantean isn't enough, but it'll have to do.
And so, one preoccupied forge god at the bar. Easily distractable.
One is his wife, and one her mechanical double; one is the woman for whom the gift he carries was made. The others are... not.
What he really needs is a drink, but the mead here is no better than a pale imitation of the mead he grew up with, and just try ordering soma. Atlantean isn't enough, but it'll have to do.
And so, one preoccupied forge god at the bar. Easily distractable.