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Marshall nodded slowly while the information sunk in. Somehow it made sense to him that the peace couldn't last. When he'd been in Draslan on one of his small trips, he'd felt that people expected something vile and evil of him. Back then he'd dismissed it as plain conservatives, but now it made a little more sense.
He looked at the others. How on earth could a pair of assorted elements like themselves start a war. Surely Marshall had seen crazed mobs of fans at some races, but people weren't ready to go to war for that. And the other people didn't seem to be any more able to start a war.

"Well, I have a single question. As it seems that it's too late to turn around and walk away from this illuminaty society, I'd like to know where we'll start." Marshall said. His eyes were the ones of one who was staring into the depths of hell, seeing his own demise approach. This was one of the things he lived for, the amazing thrill of something new. The chance to go beyond the capabilities of those before one self, and do something no one else have ever done.

"Oh, and by a second thought. How big is the payment that you are talking about?" Marshall grinned as he asked. If there was enough money, then he could settle down. Maybe get his own workshop. And then he'd be developing new and stronger machines. Going ever faster than it's predecessor.