[ A "guy with wings." Fern tilts her head at that, wondering if it would be an aasimar. It's been a foolish errand trying to equate the things she hears of other planes to her own, so she sets it aside. It at least tells her that this stranger isn't from a place where humans are the only race to be found. ]
Hmm. [ She considers his question for only a few seconds, long enough to take another bite of her meal. ] It depends. Much here is unknown or new to me, but in other cases I can at least draw comparisons...
[ She glances over toward Thomas, who is near the back of the bar and cleaning glasses with a sort of obsessive focus. ]
These... androids. We have something similar where I'm from, called warforged. While they were originally constructed as mindless soldiers for war, they have gained sentience. They're not programmed, in the way you described, at least not anymore.
[ She doesn't know that much about them, but she's interacted with a few over her years in Baldur's Gate, enough to know that their personalities can differ as much as any other race. ]
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Hmm. [ She considers his question for only a few seconds, long enough to take another bite of her meal. ] It depends. Much here is unknown or new to me, but in other cases I can at least draw comparisons...
[ She glances over toward Thomas, who is near the back of the bar and cleaning glasses with a sort of obsessive focus. ]
These... androids. We have something similar where I'm from, called warforged. While they were originally constructed as mindless soldiers for war, they have gained sentience. They're not programmed, in the way you described, at least not anymore.
[ She doesn't know that much about them, but she's interacted with a few over her years in Baldur's Gate, enough to know that their personalities can differ as much as any other race. ]