The great machine seemed to stare between the Gunslinger and Apryl for a moment--at least as much as something without eyes could stare--as though it were trying to decide which of the two was more bothersome.  The former had shot at him and decried it as nothing more than trash, and the latter had nearly relieved herself onto its metal exterior, to say nothing of the way she kept prodding at it like some sideshow curiosity.  The thing seemed rather glad at the sight of Jacob, all of its frustrated rumblings smoothing out into something resembling the melodic tones of a xylophone.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">""The name of the LORD is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.  Proverbs 18:10" </span>the next message said, and rather than crumpling the sheet up he handed it to the far more courteous man.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"I am Kithless, for I am alone.  But I am also a haven for those most in need of one.  I follow only what sounds True and Just to me--others grant unto me symbols of their Faith, and I shall be that symbol to them when called upon."</span><br/><br/>Kithless steadied himself, shaking another small layer of dust from his body as he stood tall and proud over the three travelers and pointed to the hole from whence he had risen.  Only now would they notice the pulped, chitinous remains of what had once been an Antlion.  The fiendish thing must have been at least five feet long, and what remained of its mandibles easily dwarfed a man's arm.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"I was wandering, as I am wont to do, and foolishly stumbled into the trap of one who was expecting softer prey."</span>