Why do Morazzt the Mound's faithful companions in not carrying arms keep doing this to Morazzt Mound, Morazzt the Mound has to wonder, as Morazzt the Mound hastily thanks the security personnel for their ministerings and turns to try and hustle after Bommel. And Morazzt the Mound had so much to tell those nice guards about mounds both Shambling and Tumbling too! At any rate, the priorities have shifted. With still no sign of Impigo and having some significant difficulty checking the map unaided, not to mention those newfound duties as spiritual advisot to the little Rabite of big punches, Morazzt the Mound shambles in the general direction of the Golden House of Gols where that… Hammer thing probably is, and makes sure to wave a friendly 70 feet long tentacle-vine towards the Gargoyles engaged in what must be a very pleasant conversation with Bommel.