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Well ... in your dire straits, in these circumstances, with any and all sureties in short supply, there is quite simply nothing else for it - you are going to have to 'make the freight' with assumptions and prayer. However ... if you get closer, you will be able to see enough of the Construct through the smoke to figure out if wafting is going to be safe or not. That thought gins up something akin to courage, and almost before you even know it, you are softly padding your way down the final stretch to the fireplace. As you make you way, you offer up two silent prayers - one for your health, the other for the health of the bits of the Construct you have not yet managed to kill - and you cannot also avoid noticing that the light from your eyes is not illuminating your way as well as it was earlier. The difference is marginal enough that you are not immediately sure if it is the light from your eyes beginning to abate already, or it is a matter of the smoke thickening - but once you notice how the smell of smoke, and underneath it, more gristly redolences have sharpened, you tentatively decide that it is the latter. It is small solace, and any sense of relief is expelled rapidly when your footwrapped feet find the edge of the hearth before your eyes do. But even as you wince and cringe, your mind is all a-lather. Judging from how the Nine-Dozen was positioned, you should be more than close enough at this point to reach down and touch the Construct - if that is what you decide to do here - but from where you stand you cannot see anything of interest yet. The smoke, augmented by darkness and shadow, is simply too thick - quite thick, thick enough that it has since passed from the territory of 'annoyance', crossing the border into 'hindrance'. Having stopped moving though, you find that you can just barely make out a faint sizzling sound.
Now seeing that no finger will be place on any scale from this closer viewpoint, you take a deep, hopefully fortifying breath - and then lurch in towards the chimney and start making exaggerated, rapid movements, trying to waft the smoke up the chimney. Between the limited light and the obscuring nature of smoke and shadow, it is very hard to judge your progress ... but after a half-dozen seconds without anything to show for it, you conclude that you are not doing anything - and in a bolt of understanding, it occurs to just why this is. It must be blocked - <span class="mu-i">by even more Construct!</span> It had occurred to you as a possibility, to be sure - though the thought of a four-story Construct, no, of <span class="mu-i">two</span> four story Constructs seemed ... just so incredible that you discounted the idea - not to mention, the thought of this being the last of the Construct was obviously an appealing notion, considering just how much you intended to do tonight out on the Mount. Still, what might otherwise have been an overbitter draught is assuaged by the prospect of more opportunities to learn from father ...