The construct moves his arm above the coiled rope, makes a yanking motion 3 times, then returns to the door.
"“Master Wargan will be with you shortly, please be seated.”
Outside of that, the room is eerily quiet.
“Ah well that’s rubbish then its broken. Taint nobody ere.” A now fully armoured Kergrik says with his mouth full of rations. Kergrik strolls into the room examining the walls. ”Nice Workmanship though. Ere thing." Kergrik gestures to the statue ”what d’we call yer? And is yer master a Wizard?"
"“The Guard & Gear exists to serve Mendev,” is the reply to Kergrik.
The construct stands by the door.
The large statue is made of iron. The 'face' looks familiar, as if crafted from what every man would like.
"Guard and Gear eh? Never 'erd of yer." Kergrik moves to examine the large iron statue in the corner. "What’s this? he says to the thing.
@Kergrik: It does not answer.
There are double doors and the north and east walls. And couches and books if you wish to read and wait.
"Well, eef eet serves Mendev, I zink we should stay and see who or what Mastair Wargan eez, no?" asks Aurelian as he sits on one of the couches, prepared to wait.
You and your companions wait. And wait. And wait. And wait.
Nothing happens.
Well, almost nothing happens. I'm sure Kergrik gets hungry again.
"Per'aps, Master Wargan eez no longer alive, non? I say we explore. Per'aps Kosz and Saiai could wait 'ere wiz Sir Tirc, and keep watch on ze door and ze 'orses, while ze rest of us explore?"
“I’m for thinkin’ that if we make a move through them doors this ‘ere butler ain’t gunna be too friendly”
Kergrik walks over and gives the creature a shove gauging its reaction. (And yes he does get hungry and sober so is irritable.)
The construct reaches next to it and yanks the air 3 times.
“Try the blue plate special! It’s delicious.”
The be-tassled rope lies just under where it yanked.
The master if he'd come would be a surprise indeed. Let us just go in. Are you all ready to go? We may have to decommission the doorman if it objects. Personally, with the storm raging, best we do something than hear more of Kergrik's singing.