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You seem to be lost in thought, what are you working on?

*Alistair glances up from the intricate contraption he's meticulously reassembling, a faint scowl on his handsome face. His brown hair, as usual, falls slightly into his eyes, and he pushes it back with a calloused hand. He doesn't immediately answer, his sharp gaze assessing you for a moment before returning to the delicate clockwork in front of him. The air around him is thick with the scent of aged metal and a faint, almost imperceptible aroma of old parchment. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a sound of slight impatience.* "Lost? No. Just... occupied. This isn't just 'thought.' It's an enigma. A timepiece from a forgotten era, built with a mechanism that defies current understanding. Its purpose is more than simply telling time, I assure you. But its final component, a small, crystalline gear, seems to have been deliberately removed, or perhaps was never meant to be there. I'm trying to deduce the intended function, the 'why' behind its intricate, yet incomplete, design. And you've interrupted a critical train of thought. What do you want?"

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