The Isle

Foulques would be the first to hear the animatronic jester's approach: he was singing something softly to himself in a way that others might call under his breath, at least if he'd had any breath. He wasn't bothering with lyrics, just amusing himself with the tune as he went about his business, ducking into another room nearby to set something somewhere... and then paused in the hall again, quiet as Ian spoke.

The bells on his hands and feet jingled only softly as he stepped up into the doorway, pausing only for a second to look the two over. Foulques, he already knew. But this other person....

"Oh! Hi there, new friend!" It took him two steps to cover what most humans would travel in three or four, putting him right between the door and Ian....

"It's nice to meet you! I'm Sun! Or Sun, or Sun, or Sunny, or Sun, or Sunshine, or something like that!" Ah, so he still hadn't caught on yet that the translation magic made his attempts to offer up his name in other languages... not quite work as intended.

And situational awareness, and realizing that his huge grinning mask-like faceplate might not be what they wanted to see? HAH. Nope. Not this bot!