The air in the house shivers and shakes... and at first, all eight of the statues turn to you. After all, you are the bearer of the key and thus their "master." But the magic in the house is adaptive, and it recognizes its mistake fairly easily... and moments later, you are left with your lovers and a single stone statue bearing your unborn child's seedling.<br/><br/>"Well... that's ni-fty." The little gnome alchemist's chains tinkle merrily as she does a little circle around the golem, poking and prodding at the joints as if she's trying to figure out how to dismantle it and put it back together. "I might have to try my hand at mak-ing one of these when we get a shot, Lis. Lots of nifty magic in this pl-ace. You think that I could take one a-part?"