"Fascinating, truly fascinating." The workshop master stroked chin as he spoke. "And you said you built this yourself? With your mother and father's help?"

Terra would have been giving a sheepish look if she had a body that could express such things. "My mother and father did a lot of the work behind the scenes. I've been unable to come close to what they accomplished."

"And, you say that you're family came from Shie Gescar?"

"That's… what I always believed." Her voice was slightly weak. "My time in the dungeon though… some things are harder to remember."

One way or another, the workshop master had gotten us to tell the entire story of how Terra came to be. He had finally introduced himself as the head of the workshop and had even invited two of his apprentices whom he had originally said were too busy to be bothered to expect her. They were no scrutinizing over Terra with a great deal of interest. She looked embarrassed, but I couldn't bring myself to be that irritated as long as she remained in that hulking and unfeminine body.

While they examined her, the master asked questions that were very direct and pointed, but I saw no reason we couldn't tell him the truth. If this helped us rebuild Terra's body, then it was completely worth it. I noticed that the workshop master had a strange expression on his face when Shie Gescar was mentioned.

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"Do you know anything about Shie Gescar?" I asked.

He tilted his head slightly. "Little is known about Shie Gescar to anyone. Every few years, some crazy person decides to attempt to establish a trade route there. Only half of them return, and those were the ones that failed to reach it. It's segregated from the rest of the world by the Abyss, the impassable mountains, and the violent rapids. There hasn't been contact with them in at least a few hundred years. That's why your golem here confuses me so much."

"What's so confusing?" I asked.

"It's confusing that she even exists."

I blinked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He lifted a hand. "Take no offense. It's just that the human soul is a fragile thing. It can only take so much before it dissipates."

I nodded my head. "Yes, I know about that."

"Then, you tell me, how does she exist?" He raised an eyebrow.

I opened my mouth, but then I started to think about it and I realized I had been ignoring this for some time.

"She was in the dungeon…" I tried to give the weak answer that I had been offering myself.

"If any human could just have their soul pulled out and implanted into a golem, then how many people would choose to choose to do this?" He shrugged. "You could achieve immortality easily. Even if the bodies weren't as well built as her own, kings could build unstoppable golem armies made from their slaves, and no one would have to fear death. The reason human life is finite is that our soul is finite. As we grow older, without nourishment from the world stream, our souls slowly become too large and brittle and start to break apart. Of course, the body also breaks down over time, but the soul and body are linked. Simply put, Terra should have died several hundred years ago!"

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