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> Spill the blood and get that little guy working
Mel watched the light of Babs staff bob away in the dark. A lot to go over in her mind. She had another fight in her future, against a pack of undead no less. Her neighbor, and perhaps even mentor and friend was a servant of a goddess of nature. The Painter was less feared than the Storyteller, but most of the old stories she could remember ended with entire cities wiped off the map, replaced by wilderness. A scowl crossed her face, gods were little better than idle kings, and a hundred times more dangerous, and now there were two of them in her life.
She turned and let her gaze settle on the large hole in one of the tombs. It was a little unsettling to be camped out on top of some sort of magical device, although it certainly hadn't killed her yet. She'd made a cozy little home here, it was a little disappointing to think about leaving it behind, and a little concerning that it might be part of some grand magic. But maybe the golem she'd bought would help, to move out if nothing else.
She studied the sachet for a moment, and drew her knife with a wince. Just a few drops of blood. After a moment's indecision on which finger to cut she settled on her pinky and released a thin dribble of blood. She bit her lip as the blood soaked into the sachet.
"Here goes." She tossed the bloodied sachet into the fire and jammed her pinky into her mouth. There was a brief delay, then the fire abruptly flared up with a wave of heat before dying down to embers. A tiny shape lumbered out of the campfire, then halted. The fire slowly regained strength, the light growing until the tiny golem came into view.
"Hi there."
The golem, looking like a heap of rubble stuck together into a humanoid shape shrugged.
> Send him out for a shelf
> Send him out for a workbench
> Send him out for some firewood (low)
> Send him out for something else?
