Not at all“Who are you?” I asked.
“Clean that up, please.” He turned to the helmet-less soldier and motioned toward the pile of mangled robot carcasses. He nodded and put on the helmet. Turning to me he said, “My name is Grillick. Some people call me The Artificer. Others call me the Tinkerer. Vanth calls me a pain in the a*s. But whatever you do, don"t call me late for dinner.” He glanced at my handless arm with disdain. “Oh deary-dear. This will not do. Not do at all.”
I held it up. “What"s wrong?”
He squinted at me. “Well, for one thing your hand is missing.”
I scowled. “Thanks, Captain Obvious.”
Unperturbed, Grillick continued. “Unfortunately for you, where we are going will require the use of two hands.” He reached into a different pocket and removed a pad. He reached inside the
