Stalas nods. "Monster is not person."

Nodnod. "Monster is-" fake wretching. She shakes her head. "Disgusting."

She mutters, "This way of talking is going to get old fast... At least they're not attacking."

Nod nod.

With some gestures and a few clever extensions of their limited vocabulary, Stalas manages to convey that if Walta wants to come in and meet his and Kador's friends, she can do that. There are four more people and they are all golems.

She looks at them kind of doubtfully. She looks back out into the bridge.

Aw, to hell with it. She follows them inside, parks the armature in a reasonably out of the way spot, turns it off and locks it up and clambers out, trying to avoid the blood still stuck to part of the armored front and rubbery back.

"Hello everyone."

It's something of a walk from the bridge area to the place where Stalas and Kador's friends may be found; Stalas fills the time with language exchange.

There are four stone golems including Kador, and one ten-foot-tall metal golem that looks like some ancient exotic suit of armour moving around on its own. The glow of their eyes is the same colour as the glowing blue rocks.

"Hello!" says one of the non-Kador stone golems, waving. Stalas points at that one. "Hesta," he says, and the other two stone golems are "Tamek, Pell," and the huge metal one is "Caridin".

"Hello," says Caridin. His voice is deep and hollow, with metallic undertones.

Stalas starts cheerfully giving everyone a vocabulary lesson in the German he's been picking up from Walta. A little ways into that, Caridin asks him a question and he turns to Walta and translates, "Caridin says, what is armature?"

"Armature is metal - um. Better idea." 

She steps around to the side and undoes one of the big screws holding the engine cover up. Some rubber hiding valves and tubing peels away too.

"That is fire. This is engine. Engine is small fire. Gas-" She takes deep breaths. "I am breathing gas. I can not breathe" (point) "water. Gas is small and cold," (shiver) "Then gas is hot and big. Engine moves when gas goes small to big." And she continues in this vein.

Stalas is fascinated and happily translates and explains for Caridin, who comes back with questions about how various parts of this arrangement work. It's fairly clear that Caridin has some sort of an engineering background, but also abundantly clear that he's never seen an engine like this before.

Oh, wow, this is actually a lot of fun, explaining to an eager audience. And earning her goodwill so they probably won't threaten her or anything as easily.

The language barrier is still problematic, but she tries to subtly figure out their tech level. She could use replacements for this dented armor and this bent control linkage in the right arm, for example.

Caridin, it transpires, is a smith. He has Stalas convey an offer to fix the dented armour. The control linkage seems to puzzle him more, but he's willing to try to work something out.

It doesn't need to be the exact shape, it can be bulkier - but it does need this hole here to be precise-ish, and this exact length, and it ought to be reasonably stiff. She shows him the power wrench, drill, welder, and pneumatic hammer attachments currently attached to the armature's back and tries to indicate how it's designed to build things in dangerous environments. Maybe she can help?

Caridin is happy to work with her. Fixing the armour is fairly trivial; fixing the control linkage is an interesting puzzle. Here's how he'd go about it. Her drill might come in handy; he does not have a comparably convenient tool for making holes in things.

The drill is not exactly a precision instrument. And she'll run out of fuel soon so they can't use her tools for everything. But she is fascinated to observe a smith at work.

Here's the armour, and here's the control linkage, and now Caridin would like to talk about possible alternate fuel sources!

This is a diesel engine, it's harder to maintain but can accept a wider variety of fuel. It needs to be a liquid that burns relatively smoothly at high heat but doesn't outright deflagrate. Rendered animal fat has potential but it will probably hurt the engine long term.

Stalas contributes the suggestion that maybe someone in Orzammar will know of a fuel with those properties invented sometime in the last thousand years. Because that's how long Caridin has been down here in this otherwise-abandoned tunnel complex.

"Ten of ten of ten? You can't live that long."

"Golems live until killed," says Stalas.

She kind of doubts that but "...Orzammar? Is that part of Africa?"

"No," says Stalas. He finds a bit of scrap metal and scratches a quick map into the cave floor, depicting a continent with a totally unrecognizable silhouette. Here's a country called Orlais, there's a country called Ferelden, there in between them are the Something-or-other Mountains, and Orzammar is apparently located in the northern half of that mountain range.

This... Could be Asia... Right?

She really hopes it's Asia somehow.

"I'm really lost."

He offers her the makeshift drawing utensil.

She sketches mainland Europe and Britain with confidence and the Nordic areas and balkans hesitantly, trailing off to a huge mass in the west, and the Mediterranean sea. The rest of the world gets a very rough sketch and an arrow pointing Europe to its smaller version.

Stalas peers at this map. He frowns and shakes his head. He goes back to his own map and fills in some more edges, names some more locations, and then sketches a vague blob nearby and encloses the known continent and the vague continent in a firm circle together. That's the world, as far as he knows.

"...Guess our teleport machine worked! HA! HA! Oh god."

Stalas looks sympathetic.