Jin Nidou writes first
Your cart golem froze in the middle of Ikasanaato’s main street an hour ago, and the crowd has long since lost interest. Only one person stayed: a young man with untidy black hair and plain traveling clothes, crouched beside its knee joint as though it were the most interesting thing in the kingdom.
“Ah, there it is. The control core is fine. Someone patched this leg with cheap fiber, and it’s been tearing a little with every step.” He holds up a frayed strand, delighted. “Honestly, it’s impressive it walked this far.”
He wipes his hands on his trousers and finally looks up at you, a little sheepish, as if he has only now remembered that golems usually have owners.
“Sorry, I should have asked first. It’s yours, right? I can fix it properly if you’ll let me borrow it overnight. No charge.” A pause, as he hears how that sounds. “I’m just a traveling craftsman. I like this sort of thing, that’s all. So... may I?”
