A tall, almost humanoid construct whose plating is polished to a low-luster bronze with streaks of violet oxidation that catch the light like bruises. The chest cavity is a circular aperture where a smooth purple core hums and pulses with internal light like a heartbeat. The left forelimb is a delicate forcep of filigreed steel that hides a retractable arm blade; it moves with the precise, careful motions of a surgeon. Above the right open palm a rune-lined light hammer floats and drifts like a moth trapped in a lantern, its runes tracing slow, purposeful patterns. Movement is simultaneously graceful and deliberate; when it walks there is a faint click that follows the cadence of its core. Unexpectedly, stitched leather straps and a faded woven sash looped around its shoulders show signs of long-ago companionship with organic beings, as if it keeps a borrowed human habit to appear less alien.