Farfarello's eye lit up, and he chuckled softly. "Maggot now, is it? Interesting little creatures. Used in modern medicine, you know. Like leeches, they've proven very, very useful. They eat up dead flesh, ignore living flesh, and so they help wounds heal cleanly."

His smile turning cruel and his eye narrowing, Farfarello leaned just slightly closer, still minding his ribs, and said casually, "Who knows. If your surgeon had used maggots, you might still have two arms." It was possible the arm had been cut off in battle, Farfarello supposed, but relatively unlikely--completely severing a limb in one shot was rare.