Until now, Graydon had been content to let others take the risks with this disturbing yet bizarrely appealing thing; it was the mention of something he'd never heard of that got him involved. "Primus."
He stepped forward and knelt to put his eyes at its level, keeping his quarterstaff to the front to help him balance (and an extra little bit of protection). A wiped golem should have nothing, a blank slate ready to be written upon by whoever had the skill and cunning to craft instructions clever enough to make the thing work without freezing or turning homicidal. Some of his friends took lessons in that kind of design, but this mention of something outside all they'd ever told him; perhaps it wasn't a complete wipe? But let's get the true question out of the way.
She is Shard, call me... Gray. And tell me, now... Who or what is Primus?" He pointed as he spoke, trying to make clear- but when it came to the P-word, all he could do was spin his finger in a circle. Maybe a 'tell everything' gesture?