Frog Froth stretches their eyestalk as far as they can and peeks around the corner. A strange scene is before you.
A six-foot tall, greenish mechanical being, which you believe is some type of golem (golemology being one of the arts of magic the Yellow City is best known for), is knocking on a door with a metal hand. Said hand appears mangled somewhat, and yellow-metallic gleam is visible on it. The place he is knocking, the door sill of a small but stout door (a postern of some type), had a dent in the spot it is knocking on, gouged in the rock by a very long period of knocking. Said spot is stained greed, as is the area around the feet of the golem.
Under its other arm, the golem is holding some kind of case, perhaps 1 feet long, made of a dark, well varnished wood.
The building he is knocking on is a ruin - there is a single stone wall left, on which is the doorsill and the closed door. Above the door is a small plaque, on which the address of the building is probably written (you are too far to see it now). It is clear that the golem has been knocking at this door for centuries now.
What is the party doing?