"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I imagine none of your 'tinkerings' have souls," Halcyon puts in. "That is where they differ - from myself, at least. My body may be artificially constructed, but my consciousness is not."
Huh. I never thought of that. I wonder how you would get a soul?
Scrapper ducks back into the now red Dragonborn's shirt.What do you want?
Don't mind him. He doesn't talk much. Not that it matters. Master sais that only I can understand him, because he's my familiar.