It was was approaching sundown as Archibald Pewett reached the outskirts of Northoak. The small town was isolated, and when people were isolated they were usually gullible as well. The recent shortage of good lumber suppliers had caused the mill town to have a surprisingly successful season, making this was the perfect place for Archibald to make some easy money. Archibald turned around to face his silent, cloaked companion. The golem had never been good company- or company at all, really- but eight years of traveling with it had caused Archibald to become attached to it. "Alright bozo, lets find you a new pair of shoes," Archibald said. To the unassuming passerby this may sound like a innocent statement, but reality was often more sinister than it let on. The golem didn't respond to the statement, but it looked in Archibald's direction- which was enough in Archibald's eyes. With a quiet "Follow me" the man and his construct walked towards the center of town.