John's panic is palpable as he finishes the clay golem, carefully inserting the pouch with your DNA inside it's chest.

He's put far too much too work into his apprentice to simply let you die like that, because he fucked up.

This... Won't really be you, but it'll be close enough. If he's done this right - and he always does - the clay should turn to skin, bone and hair. A real person made from the earth.

John holds his breath as you sit up, coughing and sputtering.