"I am afraid there is little I can glean from the manner of the crossbow's construction," Tsyra shares after examining the broken weapon. "I am no arbalest; my expertise lies in bladed weapons and those forged of metal. If all of its pieces were present, it is likely I could have repaired it, but as they are not, I cannot."

As she listens to Maggie's translation, a glower falls on Tsyra's face. "That you failed to end her unlife is unfortunate. An opportunity missed to rid this world of a depraved evil. If this meteorite was meant to realize her apocalypse, then she has failed utterly, but her work may yet be incomplete. That she details the requisition of food -- presumably not the humanoid corpses upon which a ghast might subsist -- suggests she has enlisted others to her cause. When you met her in battle, was she alone?"