When they return to the main square, they find what looks more like a comedy routine than anything, as five guards armed with dwarven waraxes are busy chasing the torso of the wind construct, which is leading them on a merry chase, expertly bowling them over at opportune moments to stay one step ahead of them. Other guards are armed with crossbows, but hesitant to fire, lest they hit an ally, or a civilian, although judging from the wasted bolts scattered about, they may have simply given up trying.<br/><br/>Still, there's several guards who are more busy keeping the curious crowd at bay, than fighting; they might be good to ask. Or the crowd.