Directly against the advise of Arlo, just like that two of the strangers took off into the shadows. He hoped they knew what they were doing, last thing he wanted was to find them again as corpses. Arlo turned towards the dwarf again, this time able to give him his full attention. The golems following him were quite impressive and intimidating, and hardly looked like ancient relics. One of the smaller once was carrying a light, not a spell, much brighter than a torch or lamp. The crafty little man sure knew what he was doing. 

"Hey, thanks anyway. I've got to go too... got a lot of work to do tonight. If I come and buy you a drink tomorrow, will you show me how your friends work?" Arlo proposed, putting his hood back over his head. The teeth of the skull headpiece rested just above his eyes, and he held out his palm to cast a light of his own. As bright and yellow as the daylight, it was a smaller scale version of the simulated daylight which lit his hometown. A familiar magic to any leveret.