Are
"Aye!" the cobbler shouted and followed the lumbering beast, keeping a good distance back. He'd been close enough to death once already and found no need to further tempt fate, he had already a date with it in due time.
He went through the plan, if one could call it that, once again in his mind. A clear task, just slam the door shut and pray to every single god that the golem had better things to to than to turn and tear it all down. Like a wrestler circling his opponent, Are shuffled closer and closer to the target, body like a drawn bow, ready to spring into action, or bid a hasty retreat.
He went through the plan, if one could call it that, once again in his mind. A clear task, just slam the door shut and pray to every single god that the golem had better things to to than to turn and tear it all down. Like a wrestler circling his opponent, Are shuffled closer and closer to the target, body like a drawn bow, ready to spring into action, or bid a hasty retreat.
