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The lone group of Aschen soldiers watched in slight frustration, and intrigue as the satchel charges seemed to fall apart under some perverse magical influence. They racked their weapons, but the guns seemed to jam.

Marlene quietly stood, and stared up at the golem, her mind pushing against the strange dampening so that she could mentally percieve all possible futures.

It seemed none of them bore fruit against the golem through conventional measures.

She scowled, and furrowed her brows.

"We're going to have to play nice." Marlene commented. "Let's negotiate this obstacle." She said aloud, gesturing for each aschen operative to place their hands in the golems.

Marlene committed each person's face to memory, she would work with them here, and order they be hunted like animals as enemies of the empire once the dungeon was negotiated.