“ The dead are more reliable than the living.” Hissboda of Naratyr, priestess of Kiaransalee     Third Clerk's Day of Mortis, 126 HR The workshop of Krixxi and Figaro was like an embodiment of Xaositect philosophy. As soon as Síkhara had entered, she had been hit by the smell of lubricating oil and molten metal, but on this day there was also the distinct scent of Limbo licorice – a candy that changed color and flavor at irregular intervals. The blood hunter had quickly noticed that Krixxi loved sweets, so it was no surprise to find bags of candied dragonfly wings and small chocolate mephits scattered among the workbenches and boxes full of screws and wire. But above all, tools were piled up everywhere, gears gleamed in open crates and unfinished apparatus filled several shelves. On a table in the middle of the room was a huge collection of wires, tubes and other small parts that apparently only Krixxi and Figaro could make sense of. But despite - or perh...