Weiland was quietly relieved that the construct, as he was more able to identify now after that stunt with the wrist and hand, was unharmed. It seemed like the construct in question had a built in repair function that would allow it to recover from minor injuries, which was good considering a fall like that had done notable damage to its wrist. It proceeded to ask the three of them where it had arrived at, which was curious considering that implied it had arrived without any sort of knowledge towards where this was. He knew the name of the place, and roughly where on a larger scale, but the young child had jumped in first and answered the question. Of course, Weiland was in no position to be answering the question when, surprisingly enough, a rather familiar face got right up into his and started mouthing off. Weiland's expression twisted into an amused smirk, not quite patronizing, but still amused all the same. [color=0076a3]"Well if it ain't the Boy Wonder! Ain't my fault you forgot flight wasn't one of your finer points, my friend."[/color]

The man was about to point out the fact that this was NOT the place to be picking fights when the young girl who had answered the construct's question promptly jumped in and started working to defuse Kyros from throwing down right here and now. He laughed lightly at her efforts, though not in an insulting manner, more amused by her courage in stepping in the fellow's warpath. [color=0076a3]"Your a saint, little lady, though I'm not nearly as innocent as you make me out to be. Me and the boy wonder have some history, though I'm wounded he never mentioned me!"[/color] Clearly joking, he mockingly clutched at his heart, as if he had been run through emotionally as well as physically. Of course, by now another young man had come up, calling out poor Kyros for his fiery temperament, no pun intended this time, and going on about how others might get hurt. 

[color=0076a3]"Thanks kiddo, but I think he's gotten the point by now, second one to jump on boy wonder's hide about this."[/color] The young man looked, well, pale and not overly suited for any life outside that of a village or city really, though looks were often deceiving so he would try not to judge too much there. Doubly so, considering he had the kind of attire one would attribute to a traveler or wanderer of the wilds. At this point, though, Kyros seemed to be defused now and on the defensive footing over getting jumped, figuratively, by numerous people. Throughout all of this, his stance had not shifted very much, though while it looked like Kyros was going to jump him for a fight, he had shifted his weight backwards, to facilitate a quick departure. By now he had returned to a more comfortable distribution of weight for just casually standing around. Though the snapping sound of metal caught his attention again, turning his gaze back towards the construct he had collided with initially.

It seemed his, Weiland deciding to use male descriptors until told otherwise, body was capable of mending more rapidly than Weiland had originally estimated. Fascinating, which meant the power source was more potent than necessary for a model of that size. Yet, there was no glaringly obvious bulges or the like that indicated a oversized power supply fitting poorly. Advanced construction then, well beyond anything he'd seen out in the frontiers he had wandered. Though, he noted, the construct of a young (looking) man had to hold his wrist in place to facilitate a smoother transition for the repair. Most curious indeed, definitely not a combat model of any sort, yet that sort of repair system would be found as rather pointless on a mere companion or servant model. Body guard of some sort, then? If that was the case though, Weiland mused, where was his charge? For the briefest moments, Weiland's expression was curiously cloudy, making it difficult to read, but circumstances would quickly change it back to a pleasant enough, if neutral, one.

By now, the middle aged sellsword was snapped out of his thoughts by Kyros' loud and booming voice inviting the gathered folks to dinner. The construct spoke up again, agreeing to accompany the group and referencing the whole idea of caskets as well. Weiland snorted briefly, a fairly undignified gesture, but one of amusement all the same. [color=0076a3]"Aye, I'll come along as well boy wonder. Though I'm not paying for anyone's food except my own, no trying to dump the debt on me again. Though, I must admit..."[/color] Weiland turned his gaze onto the construct once more, noting a cloaked figure as well who had asked after the construct's well being. The cloak was rather curious, noting the way it settled and moved was far heavier than anything appropriate for the climate, and short of the farthest northern stretches, would remain so. He would keep an eye on the young man should he also choose to follow along, but for now he addressed the construct. [color=0076a3]"A youthful construct, foreign in accent and unaware of the very village he arrived in recovering near as well as soldier constructs I encountered years ago is a surprising thing to encounter this far from any centers of Magitech. It makes for quite the curious picture, no?"[/color]