"Maybe I'll circle back for the purpose later! I'm not very old for an elf so it isn't urgent."

"I'm sure I'd welcome you as a student, I do still somewhat owe you all for your intervention. Is there anything else, or should I set to defusing this holy war that my wayward children have apparently engaged themselves in? -right, you said you wanted troops for a battle! I can contribute a dozen high-quality golems, non-sentient of course; would that suffice?"

"Every little bit helps!"

"Excellent! Give me one moment..."

He sets about activating the golems from one of the cabinets. Soon, a squadron of twelve ten-foot-tall golems stands ready: one mithral, one adamantine, the rest iron.

"I doubt they'll fit up the stairs," Alsigard says ruefully. "I barely will myself. Shall I teleport you back to the entrance?"

"Sounds more convenient all around. Though I am curious how the dispute resolves. - are you sure they'll still recognize you?"

He nods. "One benefit of my conversion is that I remember all of the override codes without needing my old mnemonics."

He waves his hands, and there's a flash of light, and the party is standing outside the door to Alsigard's dungeon.

And how are the other golems reacting to this eventuality?

They follow where she leads! 

Enserric looks around. "Gods, I had no idea how much I missed being able to see more than ten feet in a given direction."

"That little? I don't think you mentioned, that sounds awful."

"Yes, it was - not even really sight per se, it was more of a blind-sense. I could hear farther away, but visually I was very limited." 

"I am very glad we could help you, Enserric," Jojo says earnestly. "You have been a friend to us."

"Yup. Welcome back to some of the benefits of the humanoid body plan."

"Oh, don't let's be sappy."

They continue along toward their landing site. Along the way, they run into the duergar who gave them the map of the first level. They scramble to their feet when they see the party and their war golems.

"Welcome back, strangers," says their leader. "Looks like you found some friends?"

Enserric smiles thinly. "You could say that."

"Make new friends but keep the old, one is adamantine and the other is iron."

The lead dwarf laughs in that way that says she didn't really get it. "Did you clear a path for us, then? Should we head down and see what you left behind? You don't look too loaded down..."

"We didn't actually see any treasure, just golems."

"That's good enough for us. A decent-quality golem chassis sells for a hell of a lot."

"Also it turns out the place is owner-occupied."

She winces. "Well... hmm. Better to know it than not, I suppose. Maybe we can come to an arrangement with him. He seem reasonable?"

"Uh, he seemed friendly, I don't know if that's the sort of reasonableness you have in mind."

"We can work with friendly. Thanks."

The dwarves get up and head over towards the dungeon entrance en masse.

Garrus shakes his head. "Two sets of visitors in one day. Hope Alsigard is feeling sociable."

"He must be a helluva introvert to have just wandered into the basement and stayed there for centuries."

"I can't imagine it. I like to get away from it all myself, but seven hundred years? I'd go mad."

They reach the shore, and Jojo tosses a coin into the water. A few seconds later, the prow of Cavallas' boat emerges from a fogbank.

"Were you... waiting for us?" Jojo asks. "In the fog?"

Cavallas hisses and gurgles in a way that implies laughter. "Perhapsss I was."

Creeper. Oh well. Into the boat.

The golems pile in after them, causing no noticeable dip in the boat's level.

"To the Ssseer's camp, then?" Cavallas asks.

"Yes," Garrus confirms. "As you might have noticed, we're dropping off a delivery."

Cavallas dips its pole into the water and they set off, once again moving at a frankly inexplicable speed.