As Caiaphas finally reached the edge of the ruins, he spotted his target; five figures, standing a couple hundred yards from the building, with a clear view of the area. Two of the figures, he recognized, being his traveling companions; he could see odd, glowing golden collars around both of their necks, connected to thin, glowing chains that led down to the hand of the man in the middle. A middle aged, fairly unassuming, human male, balding, wearing a robe that was garishly purple and gold-colored. Apparently, 'loud' didn't apply to just his voice. Flanking him were two metal behemoths, easily fifteen feet tall hulking men of iron; the golems the kid had mentioned.