The Smith gives a satisfied grunt at Shephard's response to the sight of the arm. "I'll need my brother's help for this last task. My art is with metal and not living flesh."

"And you shall have it," says a man coming through the doorway who looks an awful lot like the Smith. Kreyu coming through the door behind him likely confirms his identity. "Glad am I that the beast that nearly slew my son will trouble us no further."

Kreyu is carrying what looks like a large, bronze, cauldron with some kind of liquid sloshing inside of it.