Figures as still and as silent as the stone, clay, wood, and earth they were fashioned from stood in a row before Lord Glove. Their bodies were decorated with glowing runes and lightening crackled in their eyes.

It had taken Î four days to craft her initial golems. After that, production had skyrocketed. The first golems crafted more of their ilk and those made the golems which now stood before Lord Glove. In two days fifty more golems had been created. Four days later, all were inscribed, given scrolls, and named.

Lord Glove finished his inspection and walked over to the low garden wall where Î sat.

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“Your golems are remarkable! The glowing runes were inspired! Talah is sure to surrender without a fight. I could never have hoped to have such a skilled kineser in my employ.”

Î smiled briefly in the fashion Lanet had, leaving Lord Glove with the vague feeling something had happened, but with no memory of the event. Lord Glove waited for her to reply but all she did was run her finger over the hole in her dress and trace the blue whorls which snaked across its surface.

“I will be leaving soon to meet with the 3rd Regiment. Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. Take care Î, and take a well-earned break.”

He smiled at her. Î’s brown eyes met his green, but all she did was stare, as still as her golems.