"Calm down Pumpkin"
"I can begin studies on it if you so ask, my King."
"Then do so. AFTER you have completed the armour."
"By your order. Now please lie down. This may be rather painful…"
Frostmourn lies down on a makeshift bench and breathes out.
"You may begin."
Golden Oats takes a few tools and opens up the metal plates on the old leg. Frostmourn gasps as he starts unscrewing the long bolt that kept the leg secured to his skeleton. Small streams of blood pour out and little sparks of magic crackle from the stump as he finally pulls the entire heavy iron machine off, ripping the skin somewhat there it had grown over the metal.
The King breathes heavily but urges the artisan to finish the job.
A few dabs of a cloth later, the new leg is positioned in place, and Golden Oats takes out the new connector bolts. Lined with runes that seem necromantic in nature, the long metal piece is oiled up a little for easier insertion. He then hoofs the king a piece of wood to bite down on.
Some tears, muffled cries and squishes of flesh and blood later, it is over. The new leg is in place.>>236139
"No. I just find it hard to stop myself when I get going. The heat of a good battle will always get my heart pumping fast, my mind become as sharp as a knife… and my judgement as murky as anything.
…and sorry for the whole comment about Unyielding. But you two are downright hard to miss.">>236142
"I'm with the priest here. Only you can know. Though as I said, the past is gone, and I'd really rather have you here and now."