[Poisoned though its purpose had almost immediately become, the commune was--or would be--based off of its Herald's genuine desires. Clean air, clear water, abundant life in a place where so little existed...all things Viktor never had as a child. So, presented with the opportunity here, of course he had chosen somewhere to live that was all three at once and the kind of freedom of movement he had always dreamed of besides that.]

Mm--a little, here and there. Mechanical repairs, building the occasional minor device or two. Nothing so subtsantial as being half of the city's favorite innovators, to be sure, but such smaller things hve been...nice.

[Nostalgic appeared to be the implication, as he rummaged through a cabinet. Viktor had never really spoken of his childhood in any subtantial measure; a brief passing mention of coming from a family of artificers, at most. Work like that was not exactly the grand and sweeping ambition to change the world, but there was a strange sense of comfort in it.]

Do you still take your coffee the same way, or would you want something else?