"What... Was that?" Uttered Totem as he was stirred from his slumber by a sort of quake, though it felt like quake it was merely the event of the large 6 wheeled truck that was transporting him along with a few statues that may or may not be other golems to a sort of school one that had chose to send him a letter of acceptance. As he pondered about his current situation he eventually within what seemed like hours remembered the events that had brought him to be where he was. He was a golem of the stone verity and due to his size and weight he was limited in transportation and though he could have gotten on one of the trains his weight combined with the multitude of weight from the others wither golem or not would either prevent it from moving or slow its movement. Before he was required to board the truck he was given a strange device that claimed to remove some of the language barriers he might impose on others along with the ones they would impose upon him, which might explain how his spoken words seemed different than normal, the device was attached to one of his arms though he often forgot it was there till something reminded him of its existence.<br/><br/>As he continued to think about the events that brought him where he was his focus shattered when a thought came up. Where was his prized possession? Carefully feeling around in the darkness he found what he was looking for, a large hammer of primitive design that consisted of a tree branch as a handle and a heavy stone head bound to the branch by strong vines. Some would ask why such a primitive creation would hold value to him, though the answer was simple, it was the first thing he had made on his own. With his hammer's location known he cared not for how long the ride would last only knowing that the next stop was likely to be where this school he was heading towards was located.