A little girl followed behind Havarti, adorned in a brown serape with red stains and garb that looked as stitched together as the golem traveling behind her. "Is this it, papa?"
The golem, garbed in only a raggedy brown kilt to go with its staff-like mace and natural crab-like armor, consulted the crumpled sheet of paper in its hand. "Correct." Its voice was hoarse and echoing, coming more from its glowing eye than a mouth.
"YES! Let's go papa!" The girl dashes forward, noticing all too late that the fancy man in front of her had stopped moving.
The golem, garbed in only a raggedy brown kilt to go with its staff-like mace and natural crab-like armor, consulted the crumpled sheet of paper in its hand. "Correct." Its voice was hoarse and echoing, coming more from its glowing eye than a mouth.
"YES! Let's go papa!" The girl dashes forward, noticing all too late that the fancy man in front of her had stopped moving.