The soldiers and servants in view of the golem bade a hasty retreat. One soldier took a step in the direction of the Templar but seemed to realize at the last moment that he feared the dwarven abomination more than the Chantry's laws. Only one pair of eyes watched the display of forgotten magic with a calm, calculating demeanor. His name was Uldred, a mage marked by the robes and staff of a venerable enchanter. He studied the construction over the course of a few long moments before returning to the isolation of mage's camp. There he soon found the young upstart who'd taken it upon herself to experiment on the construct. Uldred grabbed the mage tightly by the collar of her robes, a penetrating gaze reminding her that on the enchanter's word she could be deemed a blood mage and face the horrific consequences. "I want to know everything you know about that creature. Your experiments are now under MY direction. Do you understand, girl?"

"Yes," replied Petra, using all her willpower to repress her indignation. "I understand."