(Others)
As the automaton approaches, the dwarves move hurriedly out of the way. hands returning to their weapons, only to stop at a gesture from the armoured warrior, who addresses you.
‘So this is a friend of your, aye? At least he seems in control of himself. Who are you?’
The captain interjects - ‘These are the escorts we hired, sire.’
‘Ah, thank you sailor. Well they can certainly fight. I’m not sure a priest could help him much, at least none we have here. But we do have smiths and enchanters. And he seems to be made of metal. Well vines too, but no matter.’
He turns to one of the neighbouring dwarves.
‘Sailor, tell the smiths to ready themselves. And get Ironwrit to head down to them too.’
The crewman blinks for a second, before scurrying away. The doors creak open before him as he grabs Ironwrits sleeve, and drags him into the cliff face. They entrance remains open as the warrior walks towards them, gesturing for you to follow.
‘The name is Stoneson. you may address me as king.’
(Kyle)
As you step forwards, the huddle of lights pulses, and separates except for a single, faint tracing. It flicks slightly, and the others fall back towards it, dimming a touch. A few moments later, two of the lights head off towards the shimmering wall that seems to make up the walls and floor, and disappear into it.