The Grand Call
"Salvage? No problem. Collecting salvage, tinkering with it to improve its value and then selling it is how I've gotten by all my life, after all. I made Gerald in a cave! With a box of scraps! Not that I could ever sell him... he only listens to me, after all." He patted Gerald on the flank, then after a moment, said, "Anyway, I agree. Let's not bind ourselves to any factions just yet... So, we just go in, then? I've never fought beside you guys, perhaps some discussion of our specialties so we know who to place where when trouble starts? Besides fixing and inventing things, I can shoot, I can do a bit of first aid, though not reliably in combat, and I know a bit about magic and engineering, though, obviously, I don't do magic myself. And of course, Gerald's horns and sting aren't for decoration, and if the worst should happen to him..." he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper "I can rebuild him. If one of you needs a flanking partner, he's your... um... scorpion-goat."