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Daskalos raised an eyebrow.
"Alright, let's see what you've got here."
With an air of "What are they trying to give me?", he began to sort through the springs, gears, and other items.
"Only an olive knows what this is," Daskalos sighed. "No, but these little glass pieces might be useful, some kind of zone plates, perhaps? Yes, they could be used for something. This small gear, I could probably use it in my wall clock to replace the old, rusty one. But I won't accept the rest."