Bring Cog #5 to Lotwil Veriatus.
Okay, here you go.
I'm going to be over here... behind cover.
Feel free to join me.
<Without looking up from the shackles, Lotwil holds out a hand and waggles his fingers impatiently.>
The cog, <name>, the cog!
Ah, perfect. Stand back while I prepare to make more history!
<Lotwil continues to work feverishly.>