Godwyn removes his talons from his plumage, and coughs to ruffle his feathers and regain his composure. He takes a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and then sighs.

He then takes a step towards the golem, and gives her a kind, patient smile. "Nobody has been harmed, if that's your concern. You've merely been... protecting the castle, one could say. Fake timberwolves to scare off 'interlopers' and 'looters' and the like," he explains, careful not to startle or worry her. "Though, I am curious. Is there anything in your programming regarding the Goddess of Death?" he politely asks, tilting his head inquisitively.