Mary plods down the stairs, her hooves clomping loudly on the stairs as she goes. It's a woodwork shop, with various ornate carvings mounted on the walls. Some of practical use, like farming tools, some of more artistic value. Each of them still expertly crafted.
"Hello?" Mary calls out, working her way past a lifesize statue of a naked woman in oak.
"Over here!" A deep voice calls out. She follows it, to find a large, muscular bull-man whittling at a small block of wood. "Oh," he says, looking up from his work. "You must be Mary. I'm Sherwood. Just got the call."
"Y-yeah... so... you're... uh..." Mary is beginning to put two and two together.
"Yeah. As far as we can tell, there's really no magical way to fool your body into thinking you've had calves, so... um..." Sherwood twiddles his thumbs nervously.
"Oh. Yeah, that's kinda what I thought it was gonna be." Mary says. "Mind if I...?" She gestures to a chair.
"Go right ahead." Sherwood nods his head. "So... how do you want to go about this? Whatever's more comfortable for you's fine by me. If you want to take it slow, we can take it slow. If you'd like to go right now, I guess I can do that too."