He nodded, but looked down at her. “We need to increase the watch,” he said. “Constant vigilance. No one should be here unless approved.
(Zoop!) The Queen stood in front of them, her arms crossed with a frown. “How is this possible? We’ve been rotating shifts for weeks.” “Someone must be slipping through the cracks,” Ben replied, tilting his head. “There is advanced changes made to the machine.”
She sighed, rubbing her fingers through her long dark hair. “And you’re certain you don’t know what the alterations will do?” “It’s far beyond me,” he admitted. “We must go to the Dwarven people.” The Queen frowned. “The Dwarven are a member of the mechanical species.”
"They might be able to tell us what's wrong with the Ortus," she said quietly. "We can't do it ourselves."
She looked nervous, crossing her arms. “The Dwarven are more unfriendly than the Humans. I am not sure they would be willing to lend aid.” “We need to try,” Ben replied adamantly. “Please, your highness. We don’t know if the Ortus has limited time.” She was frowning deeply before nodding. “Fine. The three of you will depart this evening.”
She glanced back, but turned her attention back to Ben. "Hopefully this next one is easier. I have no idea what it'll be like.."
She gave him a small smile. "Looks like another new adventure for both of us. I hope they agree to help."
