The original version of this got accidentally deleted, so I had to start this over from line work 5 hours before it was due. Far from perfect, but not bad under the circumstances. I keep it around as testimony to what I can get done in a short time with the fires of pure terror lit under my butt.
A futuristic robot version of Wayland. Nidohar's sons stashed neatly under the forge, he returns to his task of making horseshoes, or perhaps more copies of his wife's ring.
Flip flopped a lot about whither two dead bodies consisted of excessive gore, but ended up putting this red curtain side just to be safe.