[@The Large Dumbo][@rush99999][@The Grey Dust][@JBRam2002][@Lauder][@Cu Chulainn]

The decision was simple.

[i]Pull up or down. Which one?[/i] This would be a rumination most wizards or gnomes would fathom for many hours. 

However, this machination faltered for the length of a conversation and a flogging of a makeshift, serous vine, which  whipped upon his back. The annoyance provided the motivation to select the lever in the middle. With an ascendant stroke, gears of war began to churn within the fleshy construct. Mild howls of concern emitted around the pillar as he turned to see the floor slowly rise, slowly attempting to barricade the robot into a coffin within the center column, soon deafening him from the cries of apprehension and disease arising with the ground itself.

Momentarily, the assassin would be buried within stone separated from the gowned comrades who shared the same hemmed mark. 

[i]What would he do? What would the rest do? Was Thanath hungry?[/i] 

These were not trepidations calculated by the machine, who instrumented the very house to move.