The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the marvellously crafted masonry hallways of the Ravenkeep castle as Seth made his way down the corridor, having left the Lords bedroom and heading towards his own with measured steps.
As he walked, Seth flexed and curled the fingers of his new prosthetic arm. It was nothing special, simply mortal steel poured into the same mould he had used for his previous one. The process in general had pained Titus, but they didn't have time to waste on a creating an entirely new design and crafting it from scratch. So a cheap and easy melt and pour was simply going to have to do for the current time.
Seth had at least soothed his irritation by allowing him to work on new designs whilst he was away. A project that Titus seemed eager to drown himself in as soon as possible. Before Seth had even left, he was already in the process of sketching out new designs.
