Don't ask me. My people live in giant trees, we don't build anything.

[Stone lets the two young people row, instead prowling carefully around the little boat to take in the scents, and then hopping up onto the prow to peer as far into the distance as his gaze will let him.]

Though I guess there's that portal thing that the Lighthouse Keeper said all our supplies come through. Don't suppose that's made out of metal, is it?