
Alone, Artifakt-less, and surrounded by abominations, Piltogg is attacked!

VAS KALLAS: "Are you sure this is wise?"
PILTOGG: "Using the Artifax makes combat too easy; it's pointless and dull. I have to train my natural skills without them. Why, are you worried I'll be hurt?"

VAS KALLAS: "Of course not. Even if these Oktopustika creatures were a threat to you, you're standing over the most advanced medikal facilities in the sector. They wouldn't even give you time to bleed."
PILTOGG: "Then you're worried I'll accidentally summon something powerful enough to damage the facility."

VAS KALLAS: "Losing our guests in the resurrection chambers would be unfortunate. But for the quest at hand, maintaining your skills is more important than any cost to equipment or personnel."
PILTOGG: "Then what is it?"
VAS KALLAS: "Since you've been using the Oktopustika to summon so many creatures for combat practice..."

VAS KALLAS: "...you've been making some weird friends."
PILTOGG: "IA IA! G'HROOG FIB'TH MUR BRUP BRUP"
VAS KALLAS: "... what did you say?"
PILTOGG: "I said Okka-Wakka and Shab-al-Hiri Pony are cool. Not only are they cool, but they've shared some excellent insight on the path to the Grail that were unavailable to our conventional modes of research."
VAS KALLAS: "It's more than that. We were a gothy faction to begin with, but the BrikThulhu cultists you're attracting are taking it to a different level. And there are rumors that Shab-al-Hiri Pony has more in mind for you than the magic of friendship."

PILTOGG: "The real drawback to slaughtering these creatures is the green ichor splattering everything afterward. Where is that janitor?"
VAS KALLAS: "Who?"
PILTOGG: "The janitor. Steublich. Efficient man, loyal, diligent. Where is he?"
VAS KALLAS: "Steublich! I forgot him. How is that possible? I don't think I've seen him in days."
PILTOGG: "You're not one to forget details. Something's going on. I'll put Oto on this."