[h3][center]Gillian[/center][/h3]
"You needn't apologize your highness." Gillian says in a still slightly appreciative tone. "I've long made peace with what happened to my former home." He shrugs slightly as Bethany examines his arm. "It would be like apologizing for a windstorm that swept through the region. You've only so much control on the primal and rabid elements of nature, orcs among the most vile of that lot."

Gillian stayed quiet as Bethany made her examination, listening as carefully as possible. "hm." He says as she makes her claim. He was not overly surprised. Suspicions on the origin of the arm had been thrown about by some of his own sources, though they lacked the depth of knowledge to confirm it.  "Given that the maker has such....unique qualities, do you think you'd be able to use divination to locate them? Or atleast might you have an idea of how to...replace it with its former self."