Augustine: Song weaver, self-proclaimed Life Skiller. If he is the voice of reason, then the party is doomed.
We are finally out of the blasted cave. My clothes stick to me because Dean pushed Atha and I into a pile of goo, while he was riding Vincent like a pony. He did it deliberately, I swear it!
Anyway, we gathered the slaves... I mean the golems. We gathered them and are now herding them towards the Unemployment Office. The official plan is that Atha will pose as their HR agent.
The truth is that he is now a slave owner. All 200 golems march behind us. Fortunately, Atha didn't create them with enough brain cells for them to have an opinion on the situation. In fact, I don't think he bothered creating any gray matter in their massive heads. Which begs the question, why create them with heads at all?