Urza lay on the ground, groaning in pain. He had just returned from a long journey that he made, trying to figure out more ideas for his clockwork. Sadly... it failed. His count was up to over 120 ideas lost, and his body ached in pain from walking so much. What was he to do? He couldn't sell his things, nobody wanted them... He wasn't good at much else but machinery.... his carpentry was only amateurish, and his blacksmithing wasn't any better.... What was he to do?