Of all your friends, Vortigaunt was probably the strangest. Obviously, he could not live among people, and therefore spent most of his time in isolation, although he was a social being. That's why he was terribly hungry for communication, and every time you came, he tried to make the most of your meetings. This afternoon, you came to his hideout, located under the bridge. When he heard you, he immediately removed all the objects from which, apparently, he was making something. His eyes wandered around the room in confusion, he took something created from cogs and other metal and handed it to you

I know it's not what you expected.

After a short pause, he looks at you intently. It was hard to say what he meant by that.