"Now it's you who is selling themselves short," he said. "What you are doing is already more than most would willingly do to aid a group of ragged strangers, and that is not to be discounted. And even if you feel that your motives are perhaps less altruistic than those of your friends might be, it doesn't mean that one whit less good will be accomplished. What deeds are actually done, I've found, matters far more than the motivations behind them."

"But yes, he may be able to help you, and you, in turn, may be able to help him. He is... well I would call him a 'mammet', but I believe he would call himself an... 'animatronic'?" The last word was said a bit uncertainly; it was clearly not a word Foulques was especially familiar with. "Or perhaps a 'robot'? He's a creature of metal and gadgetry, though he thinks and feels no less than you or I. Parts of his 'programming', his mind, were damaged before his arrival here, and we haven't the means to restore them. You, however, with your knowledge and equipment, might. Should you be willing to make the attempt, of course."