The golem stood stoic and blank, an emotionless statue of Taryn's mate, responsive only to her command and the demands of his creator.  Its eyes glew bright, helping to illuminate the room along with the crystals. It was a loyal guardian and would be at their side until he was dismissed.<br/><br/>The true Raschen took a breath in preparation of what was to come, rolling the fang in his grasp as they approached the gates. His muzzle wrinkled. The wretched scent of this place and its kind was always first to assault his senses: the dense musk of oil, coal and metallurgy. He shook his head to rid himself of the disgusted expression he held on his face as they reached the gate, Hyane guards eyeing them.<br/><br/>"You return sheriff..." the speaking guard's eye wandered to the Hase. "With dinner.." He growled with a smirk.<br/><br/>"No..No..He is my fellow warrior in combat with those that attacked your mines, Hyane..I wish to speak with Blitzkrieg" he said sternly.<br/><br/>"Fuhrer is in meeting with his counsel at the mom---" The Hyanes crimson gaze moved about them and then over the shoulders of the pair. "Where is Ludwig?.."<br/><br/>The pair were met with silence for several long moments before Raschen finally broke the silence with a sigh. "Ludwig....did not survive our mission..."<br/><br/>The guards gasped, growling and gripping he and the Hase's arms, Raschen shaking his head at Jax to calm him as they were taken inside and before the Fuhrer quite unceremoniously. They were thrown at the foot of his thrown, Raschen rising with a sigh and brushing himself off as the guards screamed of Ludwig's death. The remaining eye of the fuhrer Hyane glowed crimson as he stared down at them.<br/><br/>"You killed him! You killed my Ludwig!" He roared, showing their supposed blood bond.<br/><br/>Raschen took a breath, letting him finish his screams before he held up the colossal fang in both palms opened, offering it to him. "Ludwig did not die in vain...it was his effort that cemented our victory..his expertise with your explosives are what drew the enemy into the open and gave us the opportunity to overtake them. This is a fang from the jaws of their ruler. We present one to each of the the Warren chiefs as a sign of peace restored..."