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The golem worked swiftly, aided by Falcons own considerable strength, to clear the rubble blocking the doorways with ease and tossing the rocks to either side of the tunnel entrance in a newly forming pathway through the rubble. To Xavier it would seem that even heavy lifting brought no strain to his formiddable new bodies incredible stamina, the path clearing wide without him ever likely breaking a sweat.

As each door was cleared and a servant emerged, they were quick to prostrate themselves and thank them repeatedly for their benevolence before scurrying away to the halls and the aid offered by lady Tea and the Elf. Despite the pixie queens relatively low healing skills it was rare that a single spell did noy fully recover the health of a wounded servant, again thanking gheir saviors graces over and over.
In short order there were none left in need of mending. With a word from Lady Glathra whom had begun her head count by order of Overzealous, they had all been put into groups and sent off to the other areas of the Guildhome and put to work. 

Lady Glathra rested her fingers on the hilt of her sword while shifting a glance at the foreboding darkness separating the orderly guildhome from the chaos of the unknown dark.

"Please be careful." Her tone held a tinge of fear for Lady Tea, whom had finished with the last of the wounded when Glathra had arrived. The two were the last ones in the hall besides the Elf. "One of the servants with [track] said there were animals in number lurking farther inside." 

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Stitch gave what passed for a bow to his newfound companion and lingered on introduction just long enough to get the mans name. Marchosias was not of Ardent Herald and therefor not worth any more of his time. Unless the fellpw dared strike out at the groundskeeper they would be allies so long as their paths were the same which appeared to be correct.
Behind them loomed the Dragonmouth. Closer inspection revealed the teeth to be worked stone, crude but passable work. The high snows had forced away whatever guard had just been here judging by the footprints in the soft dirt beyond the stone teeth leading inward.

The truth was both the creatures blocking the pathway had been crushed in the Avalance that brought the immortal and the undead down here. Crude markings of a horned circle scratched on the wall, along with many shattered and intact skulls littering the area, was enough to assume the enemies werent friendly in the slightest.

"Perhaps we can ask for safe passage. Surely this tunnel leads up to a higher lwvel!" Stitch strode forward, seemingly oblivious to potential danger and having yet to draw a weapon. "GREETINGS!" The shout echoed deep into the dark caves with frigthening volume as the groundskeeper marched forward.

3 stone spears soared out of the darkness, thrown by a group of tall beastkin resembling goats wearing loinclothes and the skulls of mountain predators as their armor.