83. If you’d just like to take your seat sir

The party head south, around the balcony and out of the smoke, searching the floor for any sign of a trail. They pass an open doorway on their left, the large room beyond filled with tables and chairs, some sort of feasting room it appears. The tables are covered with vases, glasses and cutlery and some have piles of what was presumably once food. There are only two occupants, the first is a skeleton sat at one of the tables and the other is a golem, its androgynous face an identical match for the medical golem, though this one is coloured black with a thick white stripe down its chest.
Gordon points to a smear of blood on the floor by the nearest table, it is heading south east. The golem takes a moment to notice the party, before stepping forward, bowing to them and then launching into a stream of friendly, though incomprehensible, gibberish.
It walks up to Kradorn and takes him firmly (very firmly) by the arm, talking all the time in its own cheerful tone. It takes two steps away from Kradorn before realising he isn’t coming with it and then pulls him along with its considerable (18/50) strength towards the table with the skeleton and its plates of moldy and rotten food.

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