"Laesto, thanks for referring a new client to me," the teddy bear sounded as it toddled between the now-extinguished candles to stand before Laesto. It gave a nod, its head revealing patches where cotton peeked through, just as Laesto took a sip from his metal flask.1

"Cut the crap and get it done quickly," Laesto replied with visible annoyance. He then limped toward the old woman's rocking chair and slumped down into it.0

The teddy bear turned its head to Charles. "Young man, can you squat down? How am I supposed to measure you when you're so much taller than me?"0

Being measured by a stuffed toy was undoubtedly a first for Charles. He had never expected the Arcanists to use their magic in this manner. It now made sense why Laesto had mentioned that this mysterious individual could craft him a prosthetic...0