Mor and Lag look on, stunned.
"That was a relic of a dead world"
"Collateral damage in the Legion's crusade against the abominations"
"But you made it live again "
"We wish we could be like you"
Lag pulls a glass vial out of a surprisingly clean leather satchel.
"Take this. A tincture of herbs to increase intellect."
Mor sounds sad as she says. "It is little use to us"