"Well... If what Andrews said is true, there is suppose to be a hero here. And look; plants is going around the robot, but no where else in this profane place. Now, I'll admit I'm not the most devout of clerics, but sometimes tells me that this... Robot has more life to it than we'd think. If nothing else... The skeleton mage we fought, I'm sure he was some sort of necromancer in life. If this robot is his doing, than chances are that his soul was taken out from his body, put into that thing, but for some reason taken. If we can awaken it now and maybe communicate with it, perhaps we can at least free it from whatever suffering it might have had in the hands of that dead mage." Pylia reasoned to you. This was all foreign magic to you, so you couldn't say for certain if what Pylia said is true or not. She says so as much. "That's just my hunch. Still... We've came this far. Whatever happens, we'll be ready for it." Pylia hefts her club. Shortfang has his crossbow and blade at the ready as well. "No worry boss. If robot bad guy, we beat em!"