[Center][color=fff200]Fionn Harken[/color][/center]

The sound of harsh mechanical laughter interrupted any further conversation. The grinding of rusty gears being horribly warped into a voice. And the origin if this terrible noise lay in center of the room, among the ruins of the final guardian of this unholy place.

As it had turned out the zombies had become more active due to the awakening of an ancient dwarven metal golem. Gears and cogs twisted in the same ways as the undead that used to inhabit the ruins. The group had thoroughly disassembled it just a couple minutes ago but the eyes still gleamed in the laughing head.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Yesssssss, the beginning of the end is upon you. Cry out in despair for the Master is returning! Your pathetic corpses will join the faceless thousands of his armies! You weaklings can do not but tremble and await your dooooom!"[/b][/color]

The unsettling boasts were somewhat diminished by the way the clockwork golem's words got quieter as the last of the magic left it. The red eyes losing their glow as the last words slithered their way into the air. A moment later a flash of light leapt from Fionn's hand, turning the disgusting piece of machinery into so much slag. The mage's face was obscured behind the odd helmet he had donned but his body language seemed unnerved nonetheless.

[color=fff200]"Yes, this is no place for civilized speech. Leaving seems like a wonderful idea."[/color]