Tourna tilted its head on one side curiously as the hat-wearing creatures accosted them, before deciding that the appropriate response was to wave its arms in mimicry of them, chirruping happily - until it got distracted by Eleonora talking about whipping something up, and it stood up straight like it was trying to stand to attention, rummaged away within its body and produced...
Well, the perceptive might deduce that once upon a time it had been the vines from the Tree That Had Once Been A Round Table, but between the lingering effects of Eleonora's magic and whatever strange non-space was contained within the little golem's body, it had become something...else. Something hungry. Tourna pulled a big stew spoon out of its storage, bashed the mass of roots and vines with it a couple of times - which didn't seem to do much actual damage beyond dazing the malignant foliage - and offered it to Eleonora with a happy beeping.
Assisting With Accidental Intimidation (INS + WLP)