You place your HAND on the LITTLE RED DUDE'S SHOULDER and try to cheer him up.
Then you punch through his SKULL with your FIST and he turns into a pile of DUST.
Looking around the room and seeing a lot of interesting things, you decide that the most pressing matter is to ask about that one guy's CYBORG EYE.
CAD: Hey, what's with that guy's cyborg eye?
GW: Ah. That is a long story for a different time, Wizard. During the last war, many of us were eye-plucked by our vicious foes, though some of us were lucky enough to get cybernetic replacements or other prosthesis. Those were ill times, my lad.
Huh. Well, time to loot!
>Equip PADDINGTON with SWEET LOOT!