Book 6. Chapter 36: Humans are metal
It had taken some time for Kres to fly back to the greyroarmer pack territory, and then some more time to actually find where the pack was active. He’d found trails of their exploits in the dead infestation swarm, killed off entirely.
He had expected greyroarmers to cut the infestation’s remains down chunk after chunk, but Silverfur must have found and exploited an excellent weakness of some kind given the sheer amount of dead infected animals in the vale.
He found them nearby their mountain of kills, fussing over one another and looking far more on edge than he’d have expected a recently victorious pack.
“Statues.” Silverfur stated. “We saw moving war statues. They looked like the same statues you showed me in the Odin city, but they were moving. Golems.”
Kres wasn’t sure if it was a language barrier or that the greyroamers didn’t have the right words in their language, but whatever they were trying to tell them had the entire pack acting up. He’d never seen them so… riled up?
“One claim at a time.” Kres asked, trying to get a handle on things before the greyroamer could bark again and add more to the confusing mess. “Moving clay Odin statues?”
“No. They were made of metal. Metal statues!” He whined, shaking his fur and starting to pad back and forth. “They were not Odin shaped, they were the metal statues you showed me once.”
Greyroamers occasionally visited the Icon of Stars for trade and other diplomatic reasons, though the deeper sections of the city became too small and cramped for large beings like greyroarmers to actually see. But he had given Silverfur a good tour of the wider spaces a few times already.
Metal statues however? That claim threw him for a loop, metal was used in engineering, not art. Metal was far harder to source and work with than clay, making statues out of metal would have gotten the council and Gungnir examining for inappropriate resource usage.