Libbs of course had questions. She'd raise her hands again, taking just a moment to scribble some stuff hastily into her book, a combination of Chinese, English, and doodles. Because doodles were a language. Oddly enough, the concept of a stone golem made a lot of sense to her. On some level, it was almost similar to the automatons and robots that they had in her own world, which, of course..
"So, the stone golems: Do you know if they're sentient? Or are they like.. programmed to do things? Does anyone know where they came from, or how they are made?" she asked.
"And the Rouses.. do you know if there's anything they're particularly.. drawn to? Like cheese and such? I hope I don't have to go down there, but I don't exactly want to look like next dinner to a hoard of giant rats." she commented, looking to the others for some sort of agreement.
"So, the stone golems: Do you know if they're sentient? Or are they like.. programmed to do things? Does anyone know where they came from, or how they are made?" she asked.
"And the Rouses.. do you know if there's anything they're particularly.. drawn to? Like cheese and such? I hope I don't have to go down there, but I don't exactly want to look like next dinner to a hoard of giant rats." she commented, looking to the others for some sort of agreement.
