Magtok looks over the robot with a judgmental gaze.

Well done. How'd you...

Oh gods, no. Three kids now? Why, gods, why?! What did poor Mag ever do to deserve all these smelly, icky goodling spawn clustered all around him?

I'm fine. Just came here to see how things are, see how everyone's doing.

And write out an important defense plan conversation so he can sell it to an apocalyptic demon-lich's minion for fabulous prizes.