Zario rolled backwards to avoid the golem's crushing blow and started preparing a firebolt or two. He knew he should have looked back. At least the merchants were gone.
Zario cast a couple of fire bolts. A small glob of fire burning without fuel appeared. He flung the bolts at the golem. With a metallic
ting sound, they scattered off the golem's surface. It seemed to have natural resistance against magic. Obvious in hindsight, Zario supposed. He slowly backed away. The golem did not make any effort to move or attack. A voice came from behind Zario.
"Flanked, criminal."Zario dared to peer back: a woman about the age of 25 was behind him. Her hair was deep blue, bordering on black, and her likewise colored eyes were glaring at him. She was wearing a cloak, and held a sword, with some kind of alchemist's tool strapped to her shield-arm.
"Come silently, or be crushed."She seemed to be a paladin: judging by the silverish sheen of her cloak that indicated it was made of water-mist silk, which is usually reserved for rich adventurers, paladins, or nobles.
It was strange, not even hearing her approach, her weapon draw, the swish her cloak would make, and not even seeing her.
What to do?
"It's your call, bard. Should we borrow a room, or keep going?"
Donitz pulls out a handful of coin. "Lets see if I can buy us a lantern or something."
Donitz crossed the distance to the camp and approached the headsman.
"Sir, could we get a lantern of sorts? We are-"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a nasty sneer:
"Wha'd'
you want?"
The man was about 30, had longish brown hair, and looked like he had found just the right opportunity to vent his daylong stress.
"Just a lanter-"
"Go away! Do I look like a merchant to you? Shoo!"
He raised his axe threateningly and waved away.