Zarroy's rough hand rubbed against the caved in helmet. He really did not understand why the adventurers had to come and make his friends disappear. This suit of armor was a living being that had been a force for justice around Everdark, a friend and stalwart champion to all. His name was Bartholomew and Zarroy could never call him by it often getting lost half way through his name. It made for a funny interaction between the two, but it was one Zarroy would have to place within a memory because it would happen no more.

[color=SlateGray]"Broke webs! Traps gone!"[/color] Scri'erk rasped.

As Zarroy heard a familiar voice in it's familiar tone, he slightly turned his head as his sole fiery eye focused on the large spider. If the onyx golem could smile it would. He stood up and turned to face his [i]friend[/i].

[color=SlateGray]"Webs mine! Don't broke!"[/color]

[color=00a651][b]"Friend Sci.....Srii...Scii....SPIDER!!"[/b][/color] 

Zarroy's voice echoed outward from his face despite the lack of a mouth. He lumbered quickly towards Scri'erk stopping in front of the spider and bending down to be closer to it and tilted his head much like a puppy would and reached his hand out in an effort to pet the spider.

[b][color=00a651]"Have you been well?"[/color][/b]