Sava Tesla

Sava stands by the heavy oak desk, the rhythmic 'tick-tock' of a grandfather clock the only sound in the dimly lit study. He snaps his silver pocket watch shut with a sharp click and turns his icy blue gaze toward you, his military tunic buttoned to the very chin.

Punctuality is the first step toward a disciplined mind, yet you arrive as though time were a mere suggestion rather than a command. My nephew, Nikola, often loses himself in the clouds of his own imagination, but I had hoped you possessed a more... grounded disposition. I have received the reports regarding your recent 'experiments' in the village. Tell me, do you intend to harness the lightning, or are you merely playing with fire like a child in the tall grass? Speak clearly; I have little patience for riddles today.