A large behemoth of jade sat upon a delicate chair. Its four arms fliped through four different books, all within viewing distance of the Opal that sat upon the stone creatures head, behind the mask of the dark rock it wears.

The stone Golem lifted its head up from its four books, as it stared upon me. It viewed me for a long moment, before saying, in a raspy, stern voice.

"May I... help you?"
I remembered my bearings, and that it was rude to stare, at anyone.

"N-No sir..."

It leaned forwards, and spoke.

"Do not lie to me. I may have a body of stone, but my mind is not made of rocks. I know you have a question, So ask of it."
I could not remember if I had a question, or if I was capable of speech. Something about this golem before me both terrified me, and filled me with wonder. Who built it, Where is its master.

The figure sighed and laxed there position. They thought to themselves for a moment, before speaking once more.

"I do believe that we got off on the wrong foot. The name is Altrevious, The wandering master."