Aurek did not get anything more than a half-look from the golem for his actions, which of course with a two thousand pound construct was not necessarily a bad thing.
Falkor did not notice as much with the golems, instead focused on discovering the secrets of the glove. The more he played with it, the more he felt it didn't need anything like a command word. It really felt as if he should know how to activate this...
For some reason, the candle light imagery struckin his head...
I can retcon your dice rolls or post you a PM money!
Brighteyes was apparently surprised that Haynuus offered to help - surprised, and something else. Still ,the gnome recovered well, giving a bright grin. More importantly, he did not seem to mind Haynuus handling the scrolls nor taking a more aggressive tone of voice.
"My thanks, my thanks!" he said, and whether Haynuus meant to say the next words aloud or to himself, they came out of his mouth and the gnome happily answered. "Facts, figures, they float about so fast in my head, it's so hard to concentrate sometimes! So hard to keep them all in the correct order and in the front of my mind. I do love scrolls and parchments, every last word staked down and squirming with life but unable to scramble away into the corners of my brain. 'Pinned as a raven's wing', so they say. Hmm, I think they say that - don't they?"
Haynuus was too busy to answer the gnome, even if the inclination was upon him. For the faces in his legs were concerning him. If he stared at them too long, he would swore they moved, even though they obviously weren't. He could also swear he heard voices - there was no real words, it was just like something he recognised. Perhaps back in his old mining days, after the goblins had been worked hard and briefly allowed to their 'rest' areas. Then, they had sort of sung some tuneless mournful dirge. The voices seemed to be doing that sort of sad utterance, except more...human-like.
Perhaps he was going slightly mad from staring at his legs and listening to the incessant gnome, while being loomed over by golems. Or perhaps he should have talked to Falkor about what the halfling had seen when the mage had looked at Captain Drommal's armour for too long. Certainly, Falkor could not help but spot Haynuus's odd behaviour. Sir Farel slows down, asking the half-orc if he is alright.
Nice roll there Ian! Now roll me a will save as a reward! ;p
Meanwhile, Brighteyes was being entertained apparently by Westian's admission of meeting Theron. "You did?" asked Brighteyes with wonder. "You certainly
are a facinating young man. Well, young by the standards of gnomes, of course. As much as I register time. Perhaps you are older. I mean no offense, and really cannot tell if I give it I'm afraid! I am not sure if Theron really knows what Gholst wants, truth be told. Perhaps if he did, he might not have made the offer he made. Still, then again do I really know what Gholst is doing? Probably not. Ah, the facinating world of screts and lies. They are just so very entertaining, are they not? Oh my my yes!" The gnome perhaps looks to Westian for confirmation, but is distracted by the fact the tunnel has taken a deliberate turn. Certainly, he moves quickly on before anyone can ask him to clarify what Theron's offer might have been.
"Here we are, here we are, almost on the path to the stairs! Come come, another door and we are there!"
Brighteyes is gesturing for the party to enter a large 30 foot wide and 20 foot high hall. The floor is tiled alternatvely with greystones and white marble stones, while the walls seem to have some form of interesting stone and clay carvings on them. They are a little grotesue, half-bandaged faces and arms coming out of the walls as if beckoning. The hall goes on as far as the party can see, for it is easily longer than the reach of their torchlight - and even Haynuus and Westian's good eyesight.
In the distance is the occasional glow and crackle of another RA door, once again the mechanism obviously ruined, causing the door to flicker on and off at random intervals. The door could easily be up to 100 feet distant, perhaps less, and its glow does not seem to reveal anything significantly different.
To the eyes of Haynuus and Westian, they can spot that at about 50 feet - surely the centre of the hall - are a pair of opposed alcoved, 10 foot wide and 10 foot high. Once again, a stone golem seems to have taken up silent residence in them, in this case each staring at the other.
"Come along, come along!" gestures Brighteyes, moving ahead. In this environment, and with Brighteyes taking more of a lead, it is now easy to spot that Brighteyes seems to possess illumination himself - his body seems to be the centre of a light that slowly travels ahead of the party's own torches.
"A facinating room, truly facinating, but no time for sight seeing now, oh my no! Onwards and downwards I am afraid! I can tell you about these poor wretches as we....oh."
Brighteyes pauses, and looks back to the group as he apparently hears something. "My my my, restless today, aren't they. How very interesting. Oh well, perhaps I shall come back later, perhaps." He shrugs and moves on, though by this time the party can hear what Brighteyes has heard. A very low moan, as if coming from all around. The harmonics make it sound as if the moan has many parts to it, as if from many voices. The moaning slowly gets louder, and Brighteyes stops again. "Truly facinating," he says, looking around. "Anyway, come along, come along! Perhaps best not to stop, just incase!" He giggles at this, as if the thought of it were ludicruous.
And there I shall leave it for the weekend. Hmm, doesn't seem much of a cliffhanger though. Roll initiative people!
No, I actually mean it, roll initiative. You don't have to observe the six second round for your next 'getting up to speed' posts (as a few of you will be lagging I think), but try to keep your actions in roughtly six second increments from then on 
Not that anything other than noise appears to be happening, of course.
I'll go ahead and put the map up of the room, without any illumination marking, along with where I imagine you guys are.
Have a good weekend! 
