| Years ago, a man built this. He thought he would|
be saving lives, he thought he was making the
world a better place. He was killed when he
discovered he had built immortal,
indestructable army with the flesh and bones of
As far as I'm concerned, that man stayed dead.
All we can do now is look toward the future. I'm
going home; I have my wife and my tools. I
don't need to go digging for old bones.
|Infernal Infiltration War |
|I'm afraid this is all my fault, Exile. 20 years|
ago, during Delta V's war for independence, I
tried to warn the visiting Marshalls Silas and
John about what was contained under the tower.
I never did get to tell them the whole story, and
the years -- or so I'm told, did not truly
pass for me -- I spent in the Void have addled
I'm not sure what's real or fantasy anymore
when it comes to my past. The name
"Pygmalion" is all I can recall. But I will assist
you and John in your quest in any way I can.
|Old Text |
|What can I do for you, Exile?|
My shop is in quite a state of disrepair, but I'd
be happy to offer you some items of my own