<Oh, go ahead, just let me, like, scratch my nose or whatever if I itch?>

<Sure.> He's not good enough at this to make it seamless but he can mostly manage that.

And now to go see the city and look for servantmakers.

Yorn knows vaguely what part of the city they live in. With some meandering and some following golems and pets they can find the row where they mostly collect, workshops and storefronts full of animals and statues and motes of light with houses overtop.

It's a cool place.

He'll pick a place that looks like it has more golems and automata on display than shines or pets and step in.

"Good morning!" says an apprentice who's sweeping the floor.

"Good morning! We have an unusual business proposal to make, who could we talk to about that?"

"I'll go get Nidar!"

Nidar is fetched out of the back room; she's an old woman with gnarled arthritic hands and hand-like puppets worn strapped to her shoulders. "Unusual how, young man?"

"First of all, I can prove most of my weirder claims easily, if that ends up being necessary. Just want to say that up front. What we're looking for today are, in increasing order of weirdness, very durable servants that can handle tasks like turning a crank over and over - like for grinding grain but that's not actually what we want them for - extremely precise ones that can be used to manipulate objects small enough to be awkward even with the deftest hands, help figuring out where to sell things like calculators and sound recorders, and people - preferably servantmakers - who would be interested in lending their hands and eyes and in spending time being puppeted. In exchange we... will be able to offer cash soon, and can already offer things like calculators, and science and engineering knowledge."

"- you want to puppet people?" says Nidar.