“I do,” Oss piped up.
I hated to agree. “I did notice a slight increase in power, but what does that have to do with Gear Master Torren?” Jonathan Torren died so long ago that he’d gone straight past legend and into myth. Most of his fabled abilities couldn’t possibly be true. Some stories even claimed he could raise mechanical armies at his whim. If his skills had been anything like mine, he had built his creations with meticulous labor rather than magical wishes or fabled mechnomancery.
“When Master Torren was experimenting with his magic, he designed a series of metal people who, over time, developed flesh and other humanlike qualities. Eventually, they began to appear completely human, at least on the surface.”
“What do you mean ‘on the surface’?” Oss pinned Buster with a piercing stare.
I didn’t blame him. All of Buster’s prevarications were wearing on my last nerve.
“Their flesh was like yours, but underneath it they looked like me.”
Damn. There was no way this was going to end well for me.
