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you? Sarossa's brother? Tell me about yourself."
He blinked, then nodded, "That I am. I grew up around here. Got to run
through the Foundry, playing with stuff... I like pretty much everyone here,
except for Thildon. He keeps saying I'm not raised right and that my father is
a poor parent. All I know is that Thildon's the biggest sod I ever met."
"Tell me about the Great Foundry."
"I grew up here. I played in the main foundry area and ran through the
barracks. It stinks and it's loud and people can be like Thildon... but it's still
home for me."
"The Godsmen seem pretty impressive," I said with no small measure of
confidence, "They are so sure of themselves, like they've got a goal in mind,
and even if they don't know how to achieve it they'll work towards
godhood."
Saros harrumphed. "They're smiths and workers. I think they mean well, but
they're all so earnest and boring. They need to liven themselves up a bit.
Like, say, the Sensates."
"You like the Sensates, huh?" I smiled.
"They know how to live life. They know what it's all about. Not like these
people. They keep pretending there's some big noble purpose to it all, but I
don't see it. My sister says that life is more than our senses show, but I don't
see how she knows that, since all she knows is through her senses. I just
don't get why people make this stuff up."
"I've met her. She seemed... well, very straightforward."
"Sarossa?" Sarod grumbled a bit. There was a touch of bitterness in his
voice. It was the sulky disgruntlement of living in a sibling's shadow, "She
can just look at someone and see what needs adding and what needs taking
away. I don't know how she does it. My father always said it was something
about her ascending to another level. He said she was a born Godsman."
A sturdy man stood behind the podium, who looked like he was just bursting
with vitality. His face was tanned and lined, and his black beard was
beginning to show hints of white. He was tapping down a ream of notes
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