Following everyone into the Dollhouse, Cormac wouldn’t be as disturbed by the sight of the flayed victims covering mannequins as Levia, but would certainly not find them as impressive as Mae. Flesh was weak and prone to sickness, but it was necessary in order to create the element he truly preferred. Steel. Eventually, their bodies would decay and fail them, even the long lasting dragons and elves, unless Tungsten had some ideas for half-automaton cyborgs. However, the swords and hammers he crafted could last for generations, handed down from wielder to wielder. A legacy that would outlast even his giant form.

Speaking of his giant form, the Raid Council would hear a crash as Cormac accidentally bumped against one of the mannequins, causing it to fall against another which bumped that one against another, creating a short domino effect as a dozen mannequins fell against the floor. A gruff, [color=00a651]”Sorry,”[/color] was muttered before his large arms scooped up the mess he made 

While standing the dummies back up, Mae would make her transformation behind him, giving the blacksmith quite the shock when he turned back around. [color=00a651]“Jeez, you look just like de humans. Can’t even tell the difference.”[/color]

He then turned to Faetalis and asked, [color=00a651]”No offense, lass, but do I even need a disguise? I’m already able to blend in with de humans without trouble.”[/color] The giant wasn't against the idea, but other than maybe making him shorter so he didn't need to duck beneath the door frames of human buildings, Cormac couldn't find a purpose behind a disguise for himself.