The warrior whose name was Roderick felt the alien presence pulse through his mind. It was not invasive per-say but rather like having a stranger wandering the halls of a long abandoned manor. This perhaps reflected poorly on the state of Roderick's mental condition and so given this second chance at life he vowed to pursue more intellectual pursuits. After all battle was what put him into the ground into the first place.<br/><br/>The mandates passed from the construct and through the mouth of its chosen avatar.<br/><br/>"Greetings Engrim Altuflo may your efforts in assisting me reflect well in the Duat. I am known as Met - the tenth cask created by the grand sage Kaphris. It is my raison d'etre to assist humanity in fending off the threat of isfet. Though from the mind of my chosen avatar I sense that in the modern times there is no exact synonym for the concept I believe that one of your poets described it best as chaos and old night.”<br/><br/>In his mind Roderick's thoughts seethed with various emotions. It was clear that this person Engrim was one of those disreputable sorts that earned his keep by combing over the leavings of honest soldiers. It was as bad as those who desecrated grave sites and dug up coffins hoping to retrieve rings and necklaces from their withered occupant. Met and those in his culture most certainly had no love for those who raided tombs. However this was a fallen age and it was no surprise that people would be forced to take up such unsavoury practices to earn their keep. Indeed Met was thankful that to the best of his knowledge this man was not a ghoul who had taken up the vile act of feasting on human flesh. No necromantic energy was showing up on the great constructs arcane sensors so he pressed on.<br/><br/>“It is my duty to warn those in power of the coming danger and thus if you can begin to lead me to this Pharaoh- Relan then the world would owe you a debt of gratitude.”<br/><br/>The gaze of both the soldier and the ancient machine guiding his actions focused on Engrim. In the next few seconds the gaze of everyone who had come to witness this spectacle would also fixate upon the pragmatic procurer of magical by-products. Provided that this automaton was as benevolent as it claimed this was more entertaining than even the most outlandish of mummers plays and since someone had been either brave or foolish enough to venture his services he had become one of the star performers.