Felix Caelus

Deep thinking is for later, when he's stuck on the inevitable kitchen patrol. Right now he only chews it over long enough to have another drink.

"Hmm. I suppose mechanical servants and necromantic ones wouldn't be so different, that way." Not a comparison he ought to dwell on, of course, given his next thought. "So your people have animunculi - or something like them, anyway? Less spidery, I assume."