"Well...I still think they'd be more fun if they could only talk with you every now and again... What about that one??" She whipped around and flung out a hand to point at a suit of armor lurking in a nearly-black corner of the cave. It appeared to be some bizarre cross between medieval jousting accoutrements and mechanical arrays that were centuries beyond the Middle Ages.
As soon as her finger found its target, the thing began to creak. The visor of its plumed helmet scraped and screeched upwards to reveal a malevolent red eye, dilating into and out of focus with whirring noises as it engaged its laser-sighting.