Solveig frowned, stepping into the golem's room and glancing around. "I think it's unwise to be opening ourselves to attack on more than one flank. If anyone can't go along with a cautious, less bloodthirsty approach, then I suggest we go our separate ways now. None of us is beholden to any of the others, and I'm sure we'd all rather be with companions we can trust, and who share our views."
The tall woman glanced at each of the others there with a serious look, silvery mail glinting in the torchlight. "I, for one, am going to find the fastest, easiest way out of wherever we are. I don't like this talk about being 'too late,' whatever it means. But given that, I won't engage in wholesale slaughter of anyone or anything, whether evil or not. If you can't think before you slay then you should go a different way than I."
Satisfied with her speech, Solveig turned to judge the golem critically. "Amulette, would you ask it where we are and how we could get out, please?"