[ She moves in for a closer look, trying to figure out how the arm is attached. It's hard to tell just from looking. Perhaps anchored into the flesh of his shoulder? It would have to be held securely to counter the weight. Would scar tissue be an issue, limiting his range of motion? It didn't appear so when they fought. And the individual pieces seem to move on their own. Like a bird ruffling its feathers, she thinks.
Such a strange thing.
She reaches out to touch his arm, but stops herself. She gives him a long, thoughtful look. ]
You smell human.
[ He claimed not to be. ]
Did this body belong to someone else, before it came to you?
[ It's a guess. He moves and acts like the stories she's heard of the first Death Knights, from the old world. Given bodies and abilities that were not theirs through evil magics and raised to serve the demons. Another great shame her ancestors had to bear, and that has since passed onto Kettara's generation. ]
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Such a strange thing.
She reaches out to touch his arm, but stops herself. She gives him a long, thoughtful look. ]
You smell human.
[ He claimed not to be. ]
Did this body belong to someone else, before it came to you?
[ It's a guess. He moves and acts like the stories she's heard of the first Death Knights, from the old world. Given bodies and abilities that were not theirs through evil magics and raised to serve the demons. Another great shame her ancestors had to bear, and that has since passed onto Kettara's generation. ]