Belmarniss can now sorta muddle along in the local common thanks to aggressive use of comprehend languages to hand-translate books after roping a local into teaching her the alphabet. Also she hates teleport traps with every fiber of her being. Also she has figured out at this point that she somehow leveled in sorcerer instead of wizard during the business with the pirates and has no idea why that happened or whether it will happen again. And she has sold this stupid arrowhead to two different curio shops and given up as it seems to be cursed. And she just needs to keep doing what she does, she guesses, till she can teleport herself home. The Yawning Portal is a nicely ironic name.
"It just sounds like one of those dungeon folderols you aren't supposed to skip."
"Even if we're not supposed to skip the box, let's check the golem first," Jojo suggests. "We may be able to figure out a way to get around it entirely."
In they go.
The golem is very large and made of iron. It turns to look at them, but from their current angle they can't see the door it's guarding.
"Las Zand," it says resonantly.
"Eighty-one of what?" she asks, mostly to Deekin so he can translate.
Deekin repeats the question in Draconic.
"Las Zand," the golem says again, in exactly the same tone.
"Did there use to be eighty more of it?"
There's clanking footsteps from the floor below, and the faint sound of voices. They can't make out the words, but they rise and fall like humanoid speech.
"- d'you hear that?"
Garrus nods. "Should we call out and see if they're friendly?" he wonders quietly.
"Sure, why not."