"You're in Sembia," she answered him as her almond shaped azure eyes looked the golem over, "Just north of Daerlun.  By Dale reckoning it's the year of Three Ships Sailing."

"Oh," she said, oblivious to its sensors, "you're much too heavy.  I can't help carry you.  You need a crutch or something."

Clapping her small hands together in delight, making the many brass and copper bracelets she wore clink against one another, she suddenly added, "I have a sword in the wagon.  It could service you as a cane perhaps.  Would you like me to fetch it?"