The wound wasn't bad, either the 'shoulder' or the thigh wound, mostly cause he was already a mess of half healed and poorly healed injuries. The life of a freelancing outfitter was not for the weak, and it ate the strong even when they were careful. At least he had survived getting his arm ripped off. He protested the shoulder connection plate was fine, he just needed a few tools from the shop and would be able to rip it off and put a better one on, clearly oblivious to the response that he experimented on himself would have, though he didn't really fight them. The concussion from the last blow was starting to rear up, and it was far easier to just pass out and let them work.<br/><br/>The minions would be along shortly to start fixing the connecting plate, and now he could start using the more useful utility arms for construction, rather than hiding it all the time. At least the arm had remained hidden until the agreement with the Fae, he muzzily though, before finally passing out.