Orran nodded thoughtfully as Marv spoke. [b][color=1a7b30]"That sounds like a good idea. Send the measurements to an artificer and tell them to craft a simple iron arm. Then have it sent to my residence. If you would be so kind."[/color][/b] He responded in a rather blank tone. He didn't want to give orders to people, but it seemed more convenient this way. This was also a good opportunity to test a new type of program that he'd thought of recently, which is quite relevant to this kind of situation. Before Marv could even respond, Orran had already started walking back to his residence in the Inner Circle. He suspected the woman wouldn't be awake any time soon, so he decided to take this time to develop his program while he waited for the arm delivery.