Spark of inspiration with karlach, please??,
Obelia’s father wouldn’t let her take a job at the Foundry because he wanted her to stay safe. Ironic, of course. But she’s safe now, somehow, and she prays ceaselessly to Gond that now these shining heroes will see her father and their friends safe, too.
The submersible is a marvel, though a Gondian could do better. The heroes are marvels beyond reckoning, no feats of ingenious craftsmanship, but people who have made themselves into something mighty enough to rescue Obelia and her people, to liberate the Foundry, to do anything.
Obelia recognises the tangy scent of infernal iron from her father’s early days working for Gortash, before she was taken away. Unrefined, this. Smoking, running far too hot. The beautiful tiefling woman spurts licks of flames from the ports on her shoulders and jokes to the elf cleric that all that water should have cooled her off. Water won’t do it, Obelia thinks.
Obelia’s father wouldn’t let her take a job in the Foundry, but not because she doesn’t know her business. She’s a true Gondian, always with flame and cogs on her mind. She watches a spark flash out of one of the ports, watches it hang in the air a moment before it dissipates in a little wisp of smoke. Refined infernal iron, she thinks. A modified Steel Watcher casing, with a smaller but more efficient exhaust port. It would take time. It’s only a spark. But these heroes can do anything. So maybe Obelia can, too.
