(sigh) It’s my fault.
That her… innards were filched.
I… dozed off a bit.
I’d been toiling night and day.
No breaks. No rest.
Until… well, when I woke up…
She was like this. Plundered.
That was a long time ago.
Franz
You know…
I’m not one for prophecies…
Or mystic blathering.
But I was told, you’d help her.
And you have.
She may look tough, but…
I know she’s been hurtin’.
We all are.
Anyway, praise the Harbinger I suppose.
Anyway, praise the Harbinger I suppose.
She'll do all the real work.
As long as we keep her happy.
Hm. She wants more from you.
Can’t you feel it?
You lousy bastard!
Come back here!
(coughs)
Are you here to lend a hand?
(dry cough)
(coughs)
You find anything else out there?
Anything… special?
You find anything?
A missing piece perhaps?
Welcome back.
You find another missing part?
(dry cough)
(coughs)
What do you got this time?
Anything… special?
Any parts perhaps?
She’d like that, you know.
Baerand? That you? Laddie? Son?
… I took a spill. Help me up already.
Took you long enough.
What? Hoping I’d croak?
Not when there’s work to do.
You there? Still sore with me?
Come on. Out with it. Say something. Anything!
Baerand? Let me guess... the anger.
It started when you “lost” your finger?
Come on. What is it? Your mother?
You can’t put that on me, laddie.
(sniffs)
That smell... like ash and blood.
You’ve got the Foundry Stone, don’t you?
(dry cough)
(coughs)
(coughs)
She nearly jumped when you arrived.
You must have something she wants.
Come on, let her have it!
She’ll make herself even more useful.
Hm. What’s that I hear clinkin’?
Another missing piece of her?
Well, don’t be shy. Let's see it.
(grunts and gasps)
Take… take care of her… for me.
I… I knew this day would come.
(grunts) You blind!?
What are you mad?
Knock it off.
(grunts in pain)
(grunts in pain)
(groans)
(grunts)
(gasps)
What’s this?
A piece of her?
This part… it’s what makes her purr.
Finally, her heart’s beatin’ again!
Well, hand it over. I'll take care of the rest.
Pure Obsidianite.
It’s almost… maddening to behold.
I must work quickly.
Now let’s see what she can do for your armaments.
Ah, yes her old “teeth” so to speak.
With these, she can pierce even the hardest rock.
Even Tarstones.
Well, let’s get to it.
She’s got a real bite now.
She could do a lot more, if we fixed her up.
Easy does it.
Eager to please her—are you?
You’re not a disciple—are you? You must be the Harbinger
Well, I’m Franz.
And I’ve been told I have to help you.
Unfortunately, my dear Tarforge—she’s missing a key part.
It’s been stolen.
So unless you have it, there’ll be no forging.
I’m afraid I can’t help you.
Not when she’s in this sorry state.
You’re not a disciple—are you? You must be the Harbinger
Well, I’m Franz.
And I’ve been told I have to help you.
We’re all missin’ somethin’—you know?
(coughs) Few get a chance to fix what’s broken.
But you—you—can... at least for her.
Easy does it.
Now she can melt anything down.
Just mind your mitts.
Now lookie here.
I’ve extracted the Tarcores for you.
(grunts) You’re welcome.
More Tarcores for you.
The Tarcores are all yours.
Take a look. A heap of Tarcores.
Don’t forget the Tarcores!
Well, she isn’t exactly her old self, but it's a start.
Perhaps you might find her other missing pieces?
Imagine what she could do.
She could do better… if she were restored.
She wants more from you.
Can’t you feel it?
You forget something?
I don’t blame you.
She’s still missin’ quite a few pieces.