Beelzebub isn't currently at the forge so the first thing to greet Prometheus is a pair of fizzgigs which start a ruckus of barking and growling while rolling around, following but also keeping their distance. There are other animals about; chickens scratching, a few rabbits in hutches not far from the house, porgs in the eaves of the forge building, sheep relaxing on the porch and the noise has attracted one of the more odd denizens of the property. A large reddish roan stallion comes around the house to look. It's wings settled at its side, long crimson and gold mane, and the body war painted on the flanks and stripes around the legs in red. The most unsettling is that the face from the ears forward is without flesh, skeletal and eyeless though it is looking at the person coming onto the property.

Beelzebub isn't far, out tending some of the animals in the barn. Warthogs, that behave more like dogs, run toward the newcomer oinking with glee. Soon after the angel appears, wiping his hands and dressed only in a leather kilt and fur boots despite any weather. His appearance calms the barking from the fizzgigs and while some of the animals still observe, especially the horse, most simply go back to whatever is natural.

"Hello, Prometheus." The large angel is already approaching and offering an arm in greeting. Despite his imposing size and solid black eyes, his whole presence is jovial and friendly.