Deoras' normally observant eyes were fixed upon his favorite work. His dexterous hands moved quickly as he prepared his device. His two bodyguards were concealed in the nearby foliage. Clearly nervous about being on the barbarian side of the river. Their sharp eyes vigilantly scanned the landscape. Deora on the other hand was entirely focused on the squat little orb of dirty clay that lay in front of him.

Behind him were several small vessels that had been tied together into a crude pontoon bridge. These and the guards were a safety precaution ,although most had thought that a scientist shouldn't be installing traps in barbarian lands. Some hoped for his death or capture ,but Deora intended on a different outcome. He unraveled a small ,thin string and attached it to the orb. He strung it low between two trees. He half buried the orb ,and placed grass and leaves over it. Several such weapons had been placed strategically over the area. A pleasant surprise for anyone clumsy enough to contact the strings.

Satisfied with the day's work he waved the two guards over the bridge ,began to cross the bridge.