I was sitting by the table in the Core Room of the Matata Dungeon. On the other side sits the Golem, a doll made of hardened yellow-brown mud with an... abstract humanoid shape. Its eyes are emerald-colored marbles, but they look no different from normal eyes. "He" has no mouth, and is dressed in a dark-brown robe that makes him look like an old-fashioned magician.
"Then, what is all this about?" I asked the Golem while petting the tiger-cub that had found its place on my lap. Ah, so soft... ah! This ain't the time to be charmed! Sharpen up, sharp as a razor... sharp as Mira's instinct for a good gamble... no, that won't work... anyway, stay sharp!
"Yes... thank you again for listening to my pleas."
"No biggie." - Garami
Despite being a Golem, this guy's voice is damn smooth. That's impressive for a naturally formed Golem.
