To keep away from the temptation of listening in on the conversation, you set out in search of Vee... and of course the Seeker and its latest donor, the most wiling one it has had yet. Beneath Bloodraven's gaze carved in bone-white wood you find her, fiend and servitor set upon identical slabs of stone side by side. Oddly she is joined by more than Ser Richard playing guard.
"Curious about flesh-crafting?" you ask Malarys. The Sorcerer looks poised and watchful as ever, never fully taking his eyes off the seemingly unconcious fiend.
"Somewhat... mostly cautious in such matters, and I thought I would assist the young lady with my own sorcery in case something were to go awry," he answers honestly, you think.
Vee snorts, but she does not deny the help unasked for as she might once have done, instead keeping to her task. "So what do you want me to cut?" she asks, then looking to Malarys she adds, "It's probably not safe to add too much."
"Indeed," the ancient sorcerer says. "I have only once seen a servitor this... improved upon, and I was told it was nearing the limits of what its form could bear without reinforcement of its base form at a flesh-forge."
"This sort of enhancement was common in the days of the Freehold?" you ask startled.
"I would not precisely call it that, but it was a favored sort of vanity project for a certain set of wealthy noble scions who were not quite bold enough to improve upon their own flesh." He hesitates a long moment, looking almost embarrassed. "Generally the base form was not a Seeker, but one with a more recreational purpose."
"I can't precisely say I am glad to know all of that, but thank you for sharing it nonetheless," you answer, unable to keep back a grimace of disgust. If that was the main purpose of the Flesh Forge under Lys then you are almost glad you had found it in near-total ruin.
