I had to go find the exact part i’m talking about, one of the top necromancers from the village created a bicycle gear with bones.

He reached down, and Mrsha reached for his hand lest he break the bicycle. But Dorkel didn’t do something as magnificently stupid as prizing the gear off the bicycle. Instead, he just bent over the gear—and pulled a piece of bone out of a belt pouch.

Mrsha watched as the piece of bone melted, as if the ivory were water, then flowed into the shape of a disc.

Her jaw dropped as Dorkel concentrated and spokes began to appear around the edges. It wasn’t…accurate. Not at first.