447 An Old Dwarf has his Tricks

"Aye, and I hope this is the last I see of you," Kilot said. "No offense."

"Yes offense," Elero scoffed. "The goddess and her men burnt down your freaking forge, destroyed your other one, nearly killed you, and now you're just going to walk away just like that?"

Kilot raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about walking away? We'll get to that in a minute."

Elero was about to ask why when Doevm asked, "How does the arm feel?"

The fingers on Kilot's left hand twitched a few times before slowly closing into a fist and a smile spread on Kilot's face. While continuing to wiggle his fingers, he looked back to Doevm. "That's it?" he asked. "That's all it took? One measly spell?"

Doevm chuckled. "Elero said the same thing. That's it - your new arm."