Roderick's stone jaw open and closes a few times in confusion. After a few moments, his rocky mind catches up to the unexpected question.
"Well, let's see. There's a number of questions to take out of your... whatever ...outburst, I guess." Roderick ticks off the questions on his talons.
"First, who are any of us, really? Tikkik, while I'm delighted that you're willing to open up about such profound thoughts that aren't about your machines, I must insist that now is not the time for that discussion. But when we return to the lounge, remind me, and I'll recommend a number of books on abstract identity!
"Second, I don't know anything more than the rest of you about these adventurers. I haven't encountered any since we dispatched that hollow paladin.
"Finally, your last statement is rather confusing. My involvement in them is the same as yours. They have defiled my level -- the same as all of yours', I suppose -- and now we must flay the skin from their flesh, rend the flesh from their bones, and break the bones from... whatever's left, I guess. All the while bathing in their entrails and savoring the sound of their dying screams! Oh, glorious!"