Weapon

Jezirea stood and gathered her things.
She needed more information; about this strange golem, and the strange tunnels it had been found within.

She made her way out of the library and in to the town center, where a bubbling fountain was location. Surrounding the fountain were benches, and Jezirea sat upon one, looking out at the people as they passed by, going about their business.

A group of young boys suddenly ran past, and Jezirea reached out, snagging one of the boys by his loose sleeve.

"Watch'you want? I ain't stolen nothing!" the boy shouted, and Jezirea laughed. The other boys stopped to see what the fuss was, and glared at Jezirea for holding up their companion.

"Do you know anything about the golem?" she asked, a friendly smile upon her lips.

"I don't know nothing about what I'm not suppose to!"

It took Jezirea a moment to wrap her mind about the child's broken grammar, but then she decided, that he most likely did know. He was defensive, and most likely got in to trouble all the time. He probably knew a lot about what he wasn't supposed to.

Perhaps some money would help him calm down.