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"This is my forge," The witch replied with a crooked smile. "What good is a forge without metal to smelt?" The witch lowered one of the shells back with the others, careful not to drop the explosive bullet.

"I am a scavenger, Otis. Left in a place far from home... we are one in the same, my dear." The witch laughed, a laugh that turned into a sigh. "We've both lived too much of our lives stuck on a world far from home."

The witch suddenly lowered her bloom tongs before Arubak, forcing him away from the shells. "No more whining, no more whinging, no more pain. The Rock is full of war and suffering already, a cannon from the stars will not change that." The witch smiled at the group. "You want what I've scavenged, but nothing is free. What price is it worth to you?"