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Somewhere in the middle of the day, Quinn slipped out of the Bar- a little to think, a lot to work with the horse properly. His arm still throbs where the stallion bit it, a reminder that failing to take the animal's needs seriously has consequences. Fortunately, the work is done now, so Quinn is back. He's got a table near the entrance, well-lit (something's got to cast the shadows for all those dark corners, after all!), and he's got dinner. It's all good, really.

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"Not that I know of," Quinn's forced to admit. "Might be something at anchor in Edinburgh, but there's no one left alive in Edinburgh to say."

"Damn. I'll have to manage with what resources we can find, then. With any luck, I can work something out . . ."

"Maybe building a submersible design first might be a good idea? Something that could work under water without too much human direction?" Quinn suggests.

One day he will learn to think before he speaks.

"Yes! I was a bit worried about conserving resources if there's a lack of suitable materials immediately available, but as you'll need one to transport the residents to and from the new Glass City anyway, it's an excellent place to start . . ."

Fresh notepaper is provided by one of her clanks. They know her well.

"It can be taught to automatically take the proper route once everything is set up, but more control is best when we're just mapping out the sea bed. Some weapons systems, nothing as major as will be needed for handling the dragons, but in case the local sea life doesn't care for the new neighbors. Without Doctor Vogol around, the whales might not have gained a taste for human flesh, but better safe than sorry."

"Pretty sure the whales won't be a problem," Quinn says. That voice is kind of freaky. "Though there's sharks, if that makes any difference at all."

She makes a note of it.

"If the outer hull is sturdy enough and doesn't come across as being the slightest bit edible, they'll more than likely lose interest. But a few weapons, just in case."

"Fair enough," Quinn says. "I know nothing at all about what you get under water. Closest I get is something that pinched my toes a couple of times the last chance I had at the seashore. I defer to the expert."

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