Lizzy nodded. "Fine - I've still got a scorching ray left in terms of pure firepower." She looked over at Grogza, who rolled her eyes. "Oh sure, use the big burly barbarian as bait," the half-orc grumbled, and ended with a chuckle to show she didn't mean any hard feelings.<br/><br/>While the three of them healed up and prepared themselves, the wooden puppet remained just standing there motionless, like a mannequin used to model clothes at a department store. Eventually they were finally done, with hit points fully restored and Grogza ready to go with a light spell cast upon her axe and a translucent shield of force hovering in front of her.<br/><br/>She ran down the street, crossing in front of the store and the wooden golem, and... nothing happened. Grogza stopped and backtracked, returning to the point in her path directly in front of the premises where she had been closest to the construct, and still it remained in-animate. Standing there and keeping a wary eye in case the mannequin suddenly decided to move, Grogza gestured for Rayne and Lizzy to cross over to the other side.<br/><br/>As the two of them made their way across, curiosity got the better of the barbarian, and she took a few hesitant steps closer to the puppet. As she got closer the height difference between the two of them became apparent, the mannequin half a head taller than the half-orc's already impressive height. Grogza's steps became more confident as the wooden man remained inanimate even as she approached. The light of her axe illuminated its arms, which instead of hands ended in wrist-thick dildos of polished smooth wood, while a similarly sized wooden toy jutted up from its crotch. Of course it had to be perverted... Grogza lifted the back end of her axe up, about to give the golem an experimental poke with the haft of her weapon to ensure once and for all that it really was deactivated.<br/><br/>"Psst! Over here!" A young man's urgent voice interrupted them, coming from the store next door. Flint striking steel could be heard, and a moment later light flickered from a window of the storefront. The window opened allowing a boyish face, blonde mop of hair matted with sweat but blue eyes filled with relief, and an arm holding a torch to stick out, underneath a sign that read<em>Adam's Adamantine Arsenal</em>on the wall. "So glad to see you. I managed to hide in here, but the others..." he trailed off and shook his head. "Let me get the door, come in, it's not safe out in the open but I guess you'd already know that..." There was a rattling of key against the lock of the store's front door, and then it clicked and the door swung open inwards with a little squeak.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception DC 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">From the head and arm the young man stuck out the window to talk to her and Lizzy, Rayne caught sight of the earthly colored shirt sleeve and mottled green cloak clasped around his shoulder, as well as a glimpse of a quiver of arrows behind his shoulder - all of which suggested he was a ranger or similar class.<br/></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sense Motive DC 17</div><div class="spoiler_body">The young man didn't seem to be lying, as far as Rayne could tell.<br/></div></div>