#robotkaspirit

It was another cold day, grey and overcast with snow drifting down across the town. Kha’zix was walking around near the fringes of town, he’d not been over this way before. He’d been told at some point this was where the workshops and craftsmen set up their shops. Although he’d never been that interested in actually making things before he was starting to see the appeal now that he had these ‘hands’.  His ears picked up and he straightened at the sound of metal being worked and a voice muttering away in a thick foreign accent. He was sure he recognized that voice from the rift, he moved closer and peered inside the workshop.