Xarzith jumped when the gold started sprouting legs and scurrying around each other. He was not expecting that at all, staring them with wide-eyed alarm, and just a bit of fascination. Everything seemed alive here.

Um, yes, let's do a not eating them... He said, slowly backing away.

He then followed the group into the ruined room, immediately noting the smell of burned...everything, immediately noticing the bed with shackles. What ever happened, that appeared to be the epicenter. Who-who was doing a bed, there? He asked, pointing to said bed.