The stone constructs do not react, but remained at attention, steady as a rock.
Spiriah gave the things an inquisitive look. "I don't think they know humor?" She shrugged.She turns to Spiriah, a little heated. "No. It appears these things have grown a sense of humor. Suddenly," she says, "And very unwelcomely, might I add."
She eyes the meat for a moment, but only a moment, before reaching down and gobbling it up. Never turn down a free meal. Chewing quickly and swallowing, she says, "Talk in private. Right. Lead the way. I'll follow."
The youngest sibling led the way down a side tunnel into another chamber. Chaarix might have remembered this was once used as a nursery for the three at various times. Now it appeared to have little inside but a pile of old furnishings that their father no longer used, yet kept anyway. Spiriah sat down and let out a slow sigh.
"East lies a great human city by the sea; with giant ships that sail across it, carried on the winds. They're... fascinating things to watch." Spiriah paused. She seemed embarrassed for a moment. "No, I never actually been on a ship. Not yet..."
"I have maps from the surrounding realms. To the south lies swampland, dotted with little human villages. Beyond that there is a great shallow lake with a large elven city. So... you might be tracking the elf that attacked out father."