“The fae are well acquainted with the art of the simulacrum, but the ones they create are… well, shall we just say they aren’t very predictable. They aren’t very good at working with the metals. Dolls of flesh just aren’t the same. Too many variables. Excellent people, but just terrible machines. Too much thinking, or at least too much thinking that they’re thinking.”
is mr. ben a simulacrum? someone built for the pet missionary to preach to so he felt somewhat content?
