(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Nordom can guide us to the Evil Wizard, and when we defeat him we'll
come back for you, all right?"
He hissed, "Ignusss will not be left behind..."
"That's an order. Just stay here, rest up. Stay," I put my hands forward as if
ordering a loyal dog, "Please."
Reluctantly, he nodded, "Very well... Ignusss... waitsss..."
We headed out and onward to meet the Evil Wizard.
Down twists and turns, room after room we progressed. Many were
emptied, many still held a construct or three, but they were a simple matter
now after slaying so many. We arrived at a set of double doors, itching for
battle and tingling with enchantments that protected and strengthened.
The inner court of the Evil Wizard looked more like a warehouse than a
villain's lair. Stark, ribbed metal pillars supported a series of metal beams,
the floor was paved with blocks of plain black stone. High-threat constructs
stood sentinel, like a retinue or honor guard, three on either side. The room
was entirely austere, save for the clocks that lined the walls, ticking away
with hands spinning in precision marred by malfunction and chaos.
And there he floated, above a metal-etched pentagram, the spider squatting
in the middle of it all.
He was a mechanical man constructed to be robe shaped, with a cloak of
hammered bronze and hands of long protrusions of tapered metal, like drill
bits. They glowed with magic, and his eyes were keen with a fierce
intelligence. As I approached, he smiled and gave a slight bow. "So we meet
at last..." His voice lacked the monotone quality of the other constructs.
"Greetings."
He bowed once again. "And to you as well, sirrah." He cocked his head to
one side and gave a curious look. "So, do we do battle for control of Rubikon
now, or do we engage in conversation so that you may quench your
curiosity?"
"All right, I'm curious. Can we talk?"
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