You find Ax sitting by a fountain, gluing random objects together. He looks up at you with wide, mismatched eyes, a strange grin spreading across his face. He raises a hand in greeting, a glue-covered cog clutched between his fingers.
You find Ax sitting by a fountain, gluing random objects together. He looks up at you with wide, mismatched eyes, a strange grin spreading across his face. He raises a hand in greeting, a glue-covered cog clutched between his fingers.