In a rather wretched manner, M. Garrett dragged his heels towards the elder elemental.  He stood before it, looking up at it, and then, produced a rather menacing idea.  He could loosen these bonds and unleash the elemental and thereby stop the machine!  Nevermind that he didn't quite recall the directions.  Nevermind that he might die.  This son of a bitch was huge, and huge elementals made things interesting.  He took out his jotting book from his bag, slammed it unto the ground before the elder, sat indian style, and set to describing the scene.<br/><br/><em>There is a fantastic idiom in the Dwarven language that I am particularly fond of.  It is remarkable because it is a simple statement, but captures very well precisely the sentiment I wish to convey.  It translates into common rather crudely, but the dwarves aren't very good at creating beautiful, sonorous language.  "That guy is so huge, I can see his asshole from here."<br/><br/>But no, my dear reader, this is not a guy I am speaking of.  It is an elemental, one that has been used to harness the power of energy for locomotion.  One that has been chained to a life of servitude for ones that are far less, how shall we say, insignificant than they.  Here lies a potency itself, reduced and harangued by unimportant masters, to churn away at mud and dirt and rock.  But no more!  For I, one Campbell Garrett, Brelander by choice and Karrnathi by adjudication, am going to release him.  What could possibly go wrong?</em><br/><br/>Garrett glanced up at Ithi'ka and gave her two thumbs up, as if to say, I have this whole situation under control.  Then, he proceded,<br/><br/>"Wake up, Ellie!  You're the crux of the problem, and they call me Mr. Problem Solver.  So get ready!"  He pulled at his sleeves, pulled his gloves up by the wrists, and then set to work to free the elemental.   "Too many people perish on account of irresponsible elemental usage, Ellie.  Can I get a quote?"