Plonk squints. "Metal baddie? Where? Where?" he whispers. He crouches behind Flawed for protection. Too much staring at tiny gears, he thinks to himself.
"A warforged, at the foot of the stairs. Armed with a rapier." Flawed whispers to the gnome hiding behind it.
"Maybe I should go to it first?" it mutters to no one in particular, remembering the assault of the warforged on the bridge when it was in the presence of the others.
"Even though I'm not much for fighting in these conditions, I believe your request is sensible. It doesn't look like a very friendly person and what would a warforged do down here if it isn't here to hurt someone? Let's take him by surprise." Gannon gets behind Rawhide, ready to charge the warforged together with the shifter. "Go get them, Rawhide. I'll be right behind you" he whispers to Rawhide.