There's more than a little confusion, at the introduction of his sentient constructs; only Nadriina really knew anything about them. "They do not bear the luck of the hero, but I imagine they will suffice. Especially if they are to serve as a distraction." "Just get yourself out of there, if things start going badly. The last thing I want is to have to mount a rescue mission for you." "Paint the walls red and green with their blood," Kamariel suggests, grinning. "I take it I can't come, can I?" she asks, with a barking laugh. "Those little tin soldiers need a good commander!"