Chapter Twenty-Eight

Anvil of the Void

(A/N... yes, it's SMUT this time - you know you only read for it at this point. muahaha)

A metal barrier came down between us and the exit 2 days later. Oghren jumped and looked at me wide eyed.

Branka stood before us on a platform; she was 4'5 with cropped, wild brown hair – she had taken her own knife to it, from the looks of it – and her eyes were red-tinged green. Lack of sleep would cause that. She was thinner than any dwarf I'd ever seen; likely rationing any food she could get from Deepstalker to Deep Mushroom. I also noted her armor was torn and dented.

She spoke first; bad manners among the Dovah, but as a Dwarf… I'd let it slide.

"Let me be blunt with you. After all this time, my tolerance for social graces is fairly limited. That doesn't bother you, I hope." I shrugged, which seemed to please her a bit.

Oghren cried out, "Branka! Shave my back and call me an Elf! By the Stone, I hardly recognized you." I could see why. From the way her armor hung, she used to be bigger. Her whack job on her hair and the tinge in her eyes… well, it was obvious she used to be beautiful.

Her face twisted in disgust, "Oghren. Figures you'd eventually find your way here. Hopefully, you can find your way back more easily." He sputtered and looked slightly hurt as he glanced at me.

Branka turned to me too, "And how shall I address you? Hired sword to the latest lordling to come looking for me? Or just the only one who didn't mind Oghrens Ale-Breath?"

I giggled before Oghren could get outraged. "Commander or General are both titles I answer to; but if you wish, you may call me Stormlight."

"Commander, then… so an important errand boy, then. I suppose something has happened. Is Endrin dead? That seems likely; he was on the old and wheezy side."

Sereda growled behind me, but I raised a single hand – she stayed quite. I spoke again, "Dead indeed – and the assembly is deadlocked, of course. Tradition or moving forward into a new age… such a predicament."

"Then what is your involvement in this? Why would a surfacer be interested in Dwarven politics? You must have a patron – one who's highly-placed. And they must want something in particular… now what might that be?"

"Two reasons, actually. One is that I'm the niece of a former Dwarven king from another land; so… naturally, I'm already involved in Dwarf Politics. The second, I need allies for the blight. Oh, I lied – third reason is Sereda is the former kings' daughter."

Branka snorted, "I don't care if the Assembly puts a drunken monkey on the throne. Our protector, our great invention, the thing that once made our armies the envy of the world is lost to the very darkspawn it should be fighting! The Anvil of the Void! The means by which the ancients forged their army of golems and held off the first Archdemon ever to rise! It's here; so close I can taste it."

Aedan harrumphed, "But of course, there's a catch." I shot him a look and he bowed his head. Brank didn't notice this; she pressed on with her tirade, "The Anvil lies on the other side of a Gauntlet of traps designed by Caridin himself. My people and I have given body and soul to unlocking the secrets! This is what's important; this has lasting meaning. If I succeed, the Dwarven people benefit. Kings, politics… all that is transitory! I've given up everything and would sacrifice anything to get the anvil."

I chuckled and shook my head, "I suppose that means us… right?"

Fury lit her eyes that I had laughed at her, "Enough questions! If you wish me to get involved in this imbecilic election, I must first have the Anvil. There is only one way out, Commander; forward. Through Caridins maze and out to where the Anvil waits."

Oghren lost it then, "What has this place done to you! I remember marrying a girl you could talk to for one bleeding minute and see her brilliance."

"I am your paragon." She sniffed and turned her back to walk across her platform. Oghren looked at me, "She really…"

I nodded firmly. He sighed and offered me the flask in his beard. I smirked and sipped it. My eyebrows rose, "That would take a prize at Brewfest. Not bad at all."

We moved forward and heard Branka rambling, "I needed people to test Caridins' traps. There is no way to break through except by trial and error. I sent them in… they were all mine; pledged to my house, and they didn't want to help! They tried to leave me… even my Hespith."

By now we were mid fight with all the trapped Darkspawn. They were furious and needed to fight, after all.

Her voice continued, however, "But even she couldn't understand that when you reach for greatness, there are sacrifices. As many sacrifices as needed. She shouldn't have gone; she was pledged to me. She swore she would do whatever it took to find the Anvil… There was no other choice! Most of them were dying of the taint anyway, but some… some of the women were… transforming."

Half the group looked ill. Sten was waiting for me to tell him he could kill her. I shook my head and mouthed, 'wait'. He nodded firmly.

"I knew what they would become. There would be an endless supply! Fresh Darkspawn to test the traps. They could still serve me, let me find the Anvil. It was the only way…"

I shot her a glare; she shot one back and once more continued, "You have no idea how they carried on, holding my hand and begging to die. They had pledged me their loyalty! They had no right to fight me! They say the Wardens are renowned for their wits as well as their brawn – perhaps you'll do better than my poor clansmen. There's something about this place… it makes people despair."

We had finally finished kill Darkspawn – I'd had to Detox twice; once on me and once on Sten. I grumbled, "Sten, when we get to the antechamber, wait by the door – I want her cleaved in two before she can try to kill us." He nodded, "With great pleasure, Kadan."

Next up was the Poison chamber. "Hold position… this poison is flammable gas. I can take out the Defense Golems by blowing them up."

"Is that… wise?" Alistair asked. I glared at him and he bared his neck – confusing the others. "Good boy," I said with a smirk. He smiled at me, "Well, you were the one to teach me."

"What…?" Aedan asked. I sighed, "Alistair, explain while I blow stuff up."

"Yes, Alpha." He winked. I stuck my tongue out and went up to the door of the room.

I sat there and fucking watched the flames as they licked at my skin – I wanted to be sure. When it was done, I whistled for my group. Morrigan was the one who said, "You taught him wolf politics?"

I shrugged, "Yeah – he was there when I talked about it with Swiftrunner back in Redcliff. The fact that none of you picked up on his new traits since then is… disappointing. I know Sten noticed – there isn't a thing he misses – but the rest of you? Well – Lyna may have seen it too as a hunter who often observed Wolves. But really, Morrigan, you turn into a wolf and you didn't realize…"

She flushed so prettily. "How is he your Beta?" Aedan asked. "He's to lead Ferelden – and was originally the constable. I pack terms, unless I take a mate, he's the Beta. Sten is the enforcer – making him lead Warrior. Lyna would be called the Delta for now – she's third in command unless I say otherwise. Everyone else is either a hunter, warrior or healer. I haven't set Omega roles – there are usually 2; a female and a male. They keep the pack mostly calm and such."

"So you're treating our little group of people as a Wolf Pack?" Leliana giggled. I nodded, "If the shoe fits, wear it. We act like a pack already, so why the fuck not?"

"That's… fair." Shale commented. "I do not like the idea of being associated with a beast, but as it said – we act like a pack already."

Next was the room with the blade traps and more golems. I sighed, "Leliana, focus on disarming traps. Shale, Sten – I want you getting Aggro from the golems as they attack. Everyone else… dismantle the rocks as best you can."

It was a room twice as long as in the games – made sense if you wanted to keep people away from the Anvil. When we got to the final trap… it looked exactly like in the games. I looked at the group.

"So there will be 4 ghost-like beings, kill them, activate the Anvils behind them. We have to do that for each 'face' two times."

"How do we activate the Anvils?" Aedan asked. I bit my lip, "I… I don't know. I guess try hitting them really hard with something metal. If that doesn't work, have Shale hit them."

"How do you not know?" Daylen asked.

"Well, fuck, Amell – I can't know everything! There has to be a line, alright? If I was all powerful and omniscient, Sten would have to kill me just to keep things right and fair in the world."

Sten nodded, "The Qun would never allow for someone who was both to live. Power can be overwhelmed, knowledge can be out-maneuvered. Both would take a betrayal."

"Right – and honestly, when I do see the future, I have to actively look – I don't see things by accident unless Elune forces the issue."

"I thought it was a Dragon spell?" Alistair pointed out. I sighed, "It is – but Elune can grant visions too. My point is, I usually have to force the issue. But when I go looking for this, it's blank… meaning, I'm not allowed to know before-hand. Just do you think will activate it. If it's right, the eyes will go from blue to red."

They all nodded and we split into 4 groups surrounding the Anvils. 2 to a group – with two groups having 3 since there were 10 of us. It was Alistair, Sten and I; Daylen, Sereda and Morrigan; Aedan and Leli; and Shale with Oghren.

Yes – the key was to hit the damn Anvils really hard.

When that was finally over, I jammed the door on our way past into the Antechamber. I motioned to Sten who nodded and stood by the door.

There were 4 Steel Golems on either side of us as a pathway to Caridin, who had another Golem at either side of him.

The 12 foot tall Golem was taller than all the others by 2 feet with Ortan markings along his chest. His shoulders were higher than his head. He spoke in a deep voice, "My name is Caridin. Once, longer ago than I care to think, I was a paragon to the Dwarves of Orzammar."

Shale stepped up to my left side and said, "Caridin? The Paragon Smith?"

The giant Golem looked over to Shale and sighed in nostalgia, "Ah… there is a voice I recognize. Shayle of House Cadash, step forward."

She glanced at me so I nodded. "You… know my name. Is it truly you that forged me? Is it you that gave me my name?"

"Have you forgotten, then? (Sigh) It has been too long. I made you into the Golem you are now, Shayle, but before that you were a Dwarf… just as I was. The finest warrior to serve King Valtor, and the only woman to volunteer."

"So… the Squishy dragon was right then. A woman… and a Dwarf."

He jerked but nodded, "I laid you on the Anvil, here in this very room, and put you into the form you now possess."

"The Anvil of the Void – that is what we seek." She muttered as she glanced at me.

Caridin, noticing this, looked to me too, "If you seek the Anvil, then you must hear my story; or be doomed to relive it."

I tilted my head ad motioned him to speak – give Branka some time to jimmy the door open.

"Though I made many things in my time, I rose to fame and earned my status based on a single item: The Anvil of the Void. It allowed me to forge a man of Steel or Stone, as flexible and clever as any soldier. As an army, they were invincible. But I told no one the cost. No mere smith, however skilled, has the power to create life. To make my Golems live, I had to take their lives from somewhere else."

Daylen sighed, "Sounds like blood magic – was it worth it?"

He sighed, "The Darkspawn were pressing in. Originally, I took only volunteers; the bravest of souls willing to trade their very lives for the chance to defend their homeland. But king Valtor became… greedy. He began to force men – Castles; criminals… his political enemies… all of them were to be given to the Anvil. It took feeling the hammers blow myself to realize the height of my crimes."

I nodded thoughtfully. I knew this, but he sounded so torn about it – I knew how to get him to do what I wanted, though it felt dirty.

"What do you want now; revenge?" Sereda asked. He shook his metal head, "Not revenge. The blow of the hammer opened my eyes. My apprentices knew enough to make me as I am, but not enough to fashion a control rod. I retained my mind. You were amongst the most loyal, Shayle. You remained at my side throughout, and in the end I sent you away out of mercy."

"I… do not remember. But your words are almost a match for what this one has told us." She motioned to me. He seemed confused, but spoke again, "We have remained entombed here ever since, and I have sought a way to destroy the Anvil. Alas, I cannot do it myself: No Golem can touch it with the intention of harming it."

Branka rushed in shouting, "No! The Anvil is mine!" Sten cut her in half from behind.

I spoke in the silence that followed, "We always planned to destroy the Anvil, Caridin. I need a paragons' support in the new Dwarven election, however. Make a crown for the new King first. Also, is it at all possible to make new control rods for existing Golems? Or give them sentience like you and Shale?"

He thought for a second, "Yes – it is possible… why?"

"Well, think about it, Caridin. People are less likely to try and make new Golems if you stick around to prevent it. I happen to know that people WILL try, regardless of the loss here. If you can 'rescue' Golems from the lost Thaigs then they could not only help with the blight, but they could also protect Orzammar. Are you aware that Dwarves are getting to the verge of extinction?"

For someone with a metal face, he was able to show a remarkable amount of concern. "They are? Much has changed in the last thousand years, then. I will make new rods and try to collect more golems for Orzammar. It is the least I can do for my mistakes," The Golem nodded and headed over to the Anvil.

While Caridin worked, I made a rubbing of the Volunteer Wall. The process of making a new crown took only six hours. Had Caridin still been a living person, it would have taken longer. The crown was beautiful, unlike the clunky thing in the game. It was obsidian in color, and more of a mens tiara style rather than a helm. It had an array of gemstones imbedded in it; sapphires were in every other spot and diamonds in the other ones. I noticed a velvet lining on the inner ring so that the metal wouldn't dig into someone's head. He had set it in a deep box made of white wood.

I'm pretty sure my hand twitched, I wanted to try it on… Caridin actually gave me a grin and pulled another box out. This box was a polished brown wood. He handed it to me, and I raised an eyebrow. He looked over to Alistair who was red in the face.

"He… I was talking to him about how you were the niece of Magi – the former king you mentioned…"

Caridin continued, "That makes you a princess – related to him by blood or not, you are related to a King."

I opened the box and gasped. It was a silver circlet, polished to a shine with swirling Celtic designs and moonstones for the settings. I gasped, "I'd be mad, but honestly… it's fucking beautiful… I think I'll wear this into the assembly chamber."

Oghren barked a laugh, "Good – Paragon made isn't supposed to sit in a box forever, commander."

We all started walking – Caridin woke the Golems we hadn't destroyed o our way. I kept sneaking glances at Alistair – I was wearing the damn tiara that Caridin made me. I liked it… a lot.

When we set camp halfway back to the Legion, I dragged him into our tent…

"Most men get their lover necklaces, bracelets or rings… You, my love, are the sweetest man I've ever known. Might I show you my… appreciation for securing me a crown?" his eyes darkened as he groaned.

I had him lying in our bedroll and this time I wasn't going to let him stop me – he never let me finish him this way. I kissed my way from his lips to his jaw, nipping at him and electing a gasp. When I bit down on his neck I had my hand stroking his hard length.

His voice was rasping and ragged, "Tara…" I softly kissed my way down his chest, his hand tangled in my hair, giving soft yanks. I moaned and continued lower.

"Mmmh, Alistair… I really want to taste you… you are not stopping me this time, love," I gave a smirk as a flash of desire passed his face and his member twitched in my hand. I kissed the tip before allowing my tongue to dart out and circle the tip.

His hand tightened in my hair and I sucked his length into my mouth. I stroked as I sucked and licked, causing him to gasp. I moaned around him when his hand started to pull on my hair, attempting to pull me up.

I heard his ragged groan as the vibrations of my throat around his cock caused his hips to jerk. I allowed my free hand to begin playing with his balls. "Tara… please, my love… I can't…"

I allowed my teeth to lightly scrap against him as I worked. He cried out, "Makers' Breath – you're going to kill me, love."

I looked him in the eye as my head moved along his length. He moved a hand to cup my cheek, the other fisting in the bedroll beneath him. I pulled away with a smirk before moving my attention to his balls – men seemed to go wild about that. His hand pulled harder against my hair, "Tara – maker – you shouldn't… oh… maker."

I hummed and moved back to his cock – I'd let him have that victory, at least. I sped up, feeling the tensing in him as he growled his release, hand tightening against my head as I moaned and swallowed every drop.

Finally able to yank me away from his cock, he flipped me onto my back and slammed into me. I gasped as my hips thrust up to meet his. His lips came down hard on mine, kissing me and gripping my hips as he took me roughly… Gods, I knew men who wouldn't dream of kissing a woman who had gone down on them… though I'd never known a woman to refuse a kiss from a partner who had gone down on her.

"Alistair!" I shouted as he bit into my neck. "That was… I love you, Ara." He was panting as he slammed into me over and over. I whimpered as his fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples.

"Oh… harder… please, harder…" I begged. His teeth dug into my neck as he increased his power in thrusting. He'd always been passionate, but never so rough and I felt myself crying out and digging into his back as I screamed his name.

"Alistair! Fuck…" I was surprised when he slowed for a moment, moving his hand away from my nipple and sliding it behind my waist and holding me closer to him as he rolled us over.

I groaned and sat up on him, moving my hips in slow, torturous circles. He hissed a breath and gripped my hips, helping me to move faster as I played with my own nipples, crying out in pleasure. He moved one hand up to my breast. I released the nipple into his care and moved that hand to his chest instead.

I rode him hard, using magic as my hand trailed his chest. He groaned, "Tara… Makers' Breath, I love you."

I whimpered in need. His hand returned to my hip, gripping my hips and slamming me down his length and holding me there as he sat up. I cried out again, climaxing as he kissed lightly at my neck and up my jaw.

He turned us so that my back was falling to the bedroll. He growled as he bit into a nipple, tearing a moan from my throat.

My hand came up to cup his cheek and pull him into a kiss. His hands explored my body as we made love, and I loved it.

My hand found its way from his cheek to his hair, tugging and fisting as the pleasure built again. His hips moved faster, his groans deeper, and I screamed my second orgasm. I heard his own cry of pleasure as my clenching walls tightened around him, coaxing his own release from him. When we collapsed together, I snuggled into him.

The next morning I was lying across his chest with a satisfied smirk. He was petting my hair as I said, "We are going to get more than smart comments, you know."

He groaned, "Not quite sure how I forgot this isn't our normal tent – the one you have enchanted for sound…"

"Hey – not my fault it fell in mud. You were the one who chose to set it up by the puddle and I can't clean it until we get back to Orzammar."

I sat up and kissed him before moving to get dressed. He sighed, "Normally, I think I'd be upset that I'm about to get teased – but after all I've learned down here, I think I'm okay…"

I giggled, "What – that your bigger and better?"

He flushed, "I wasn't… I mean… no! I meant all the ways to… to please you. I don't think anyone can say our performance was… lacking."

I grinned, "Right you are, my love. I guess it's time to face the music, hmm?"

He chuckled, "You do have interesting sayings – and most of us have picked up on using them."

We left the tent and I noticed everyone watching us. I smirked, "Who'd like to go first… Leliana?"

"No wonder you have such a glow around you all the time. I know you told us he is good, but noises like that do not come from 'good'… he sounds quite delightful. You would not be so happy otherwise."

I grinned at her, "Oh… yes, indeed."

"He also seems good at following instructions, yes?" she giggled.

"He does get brilliant ideas of his own, too." Alistair flushed but smiled at me. I shot him a wink. Sereda chuckled, "The little Templar is all grown up and plays well with others."

Morrigan sighed, "It does explain why you smile so much since taking that fool to your bed. I always doubted it was the conversation."

"Anyone else got ribbing to make, or shall we head off? We still need to stop by Cadash Thaig on our way to the Assembly, so… speak now or forever hold your peace."

Aedan snorted, "Not really fair, is it? He's bigger and knows how to please a 10,000 year old goddess."

I laughed, "He certainly does. Though from what Leli tells me, you're doing a fine job yourself. Anyone else?"

Apparently not; so we headed out.

It took 2 weeks to get to the Thaig – people kept ribbing Alistair, but none were critical. I was done, though, about the time we reached the Thaig – according to Caridin.

"Enough! Next person to bring up my sex life with Alistair gets fed to the Darkspawn or impaled on my sword. The only people who will get to know whether it's Alistairs performance or my own that makes it so damn good will be me, Alistair, possibly Cullen and whoever Alistair takes as a wife. Oghren, he doesn't do anything with my legs most of the time, I usually wrap them around him. Leliana, yes, his hands are a work of fucking art. Aedan, no, size is not what makes him better. No, Daylen, he doesn't need magic for the Sex Magic to be exquisite. I told you all back in Bownammar to speak or hold your damn peace."

"But Zev is gonna want details…" Sereda said with a smirk.

"… If anyone talks to Zevran about my sex life, I will personally disembowel them with a toothpick and leave them for the carrion birds."

Alistair chuckled – the only one who was safe enough to do so – and said, "You know, sometimes I forget you were the best assassin in Skyrim – then you go and say things like that."

"Not just Skyrim – all of Nirn. No other assassin could kill a Dragon in stealth from 200 yards out."

Caridin sounded impressed, "A Dragon Slayer?"

"A Dragon who killed Dragons, yes."

"At 200 yards?" Leliana breathed.

"Crossbows were my friend. Only the Vampire Hunters – the Dawnguard – had access to them. Take a guess how I got them."

"You… hunted Vampires?" Alistair guessed.

I nodded, "Yeah. Vampires were people who needed to drink blood to survive, were allergic to the sun and silver, and could turn into hideous humanoid beasts."

"If you had only said the allergy to the sun, I'd have called you one," Morrigan commented. I flushed, "You noticed that, did you? It's not so much an allergy on part as I'm so pale I burn easy in the sun."

"Why else would we walk at night?" she quipped. "Hey – I wasn't lying when I said there was benefit to it. Most people travel in the day so the bandits look for that. Not to mention, it gets warmer in the sun so you need to drink more to get the same hydration…"

Sten nodded, "This is true."

"Besides, like I said… I can't be perfect. I can't be all-powerful. I have to have faults. The sun, the Hypoglycemia, the lactose-intolerance, and other problems make me a fairer enemy and more balanced in the universe."

We finally entered the Thaig proper. It was… beautiful. There was a hole in the 'roof' so sunlight and water would filter in. This place was the greenest I'd seen in the Deeps. We fought our way to the area with the Memorial while Caridin took care of waking inactive Golems in our wake or taking control of active ones the Darkspwan had managed to wake.

We had also picked up more crystals for Shale and Caridin – Lightning for Shale and Ice for Caridin… it worked.

We approached the Memorial and Shale looked it over, "What is this? I… I remember this. It has dates and names… this is to honor those who volunteered; those who became Golems. And there is my name – Shayle of House Cadash… just like you said, Caridin. I remember now – I remember Shayle. That was… me."

"Well – good that you remember. That's wonderful, right?" Aedan asked.

"Wonderful to remember being a soft, squishy flesh creature? Perhaps. I will need to think on these things I have learned. Perhaps I will speak to the Commander of them soon. For now, let us carry on."

I shrugged, "We still have a 2 week walk from here to Orzammar. We've made good time."

Caridin spoke, "If I am to Crown your champion, who are the contestants?"

"Prince Bhelen Aeducan – who will actively help prevent extinction and reclaiming the Deep Roads and Thaigs… or Pyral Harrowmont who will lead the Dwarves to extinction and basically isolate Orzammar in the process so no one can help."

"I take it you plan to support Aeducan?"

"Of course. Harrowmont is an honorable man, sure – but a shitastic king."

He hummed his agreement.

When we finally got to the Assembly, it was just in time – they had gone ahead a few days early… good thing we made damn good time.

Alistair's birthday had happened about the time we got close to Orzammar. I made him a chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. He'd also gotten stuffed chicken… it had ham and cheese in it and it was breaded; corn and loaded mashed potatoes for sides.

For a gift, I'd given him a figurine… of Duncan. It was Wintermarch or 9:31 Dragon now. His birthday had been the 7th. Pretty sure the figurine was his favorite seeing as I had made it a 'key chain' and he had clipped it to his belt, not taking it off even once… He had a tear or two in his eyes as he held me.

By the time we made it back to the City, we had picked up 47 Golems: 6 Metal, 41 Stone; all 10 feet tall or taller.

It was Caridin, Sereda, myself, Oghren and Alistair who walked into the Assembly Chamber. The Steward was calling out, "Lords of the Assembly, I call for Order! This argument is getting us nowhere…"

Bhelen spotted us and shouted, "Then why the delaying tactic? I call for a vote right now! My father has two children to assume the Aeducan throne and Sereda is a Warden now. She can't take it."

Harrowmont snarled at Bhelen, "Your father made me swear on his deathbed…"

"May I cut in, my lords?" I asked sweetly – I was wearing my new crown. All heads turned to us. The steward looked relieved, "Lady Stormlight – praise the ancestors. Of course you may."

"Might I present to you, Paragon Caridin Ortan, Master of the Void and friend of mine. Branka was dead, but imagine the luck."

Caridin stepped forward, "I have been away too long it seems. I hear that my race is on the verge of extinction – and this woman has convinced me that I can be of use here. I have forged a crown for the next king."

The steward took the crown in awe as people whispered. Harrowmont panicked and said, "How could a golem be our Paragon?"

Caridin gave a very brief explanation of how Golems were made. "Enough! This crown is certainly of Paragon make and bears the seal of house Ortan. Tell us, Master Paragon – who do you choose?"

Caridin looked to me, "I will let me friend decide. For I view her as a Paragon herself and I have committed many wrongs and have yet to atone."

Gasps rang out and I hid my shock – for a golem, he was certainly a bastard. Pulling a stunt like that… I said, "Bhelen will lead the Dwarves to Glory – Harrowmont has proven he will lead them to extinction and treasonous doings. I chose the throne to go to Bhelen Aeducan."

The steward handed Bhelen the Crown and said, "While we are on the Topic, I call for a vote – do we honor this topsider as a Paragon?"

Out of 26 votes, only 3 were against it… looks like I was a paragon, dwarf or not. Bhelen had Harrowmont arrested to be executed later and Caridin shared his plans for recovering Golems. The fact that he had almost 50 already was well received.