When the Imperial Guard quarantined your district, everyone in the neighbourhood looked to you, the Alchemist, to come up with a way of scaring off the militia.
So, dusting off your Grandmother’s recipe book you found the solution.
It worked. Your clay creation stalked the Imperial Guard, harassing them until they packed up and left. You were praised as a hero. The toast of the town.
But there’s a problem, a big problem.
The recipe doesn’t tell you how to turn the golem off.
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