Edit: Felor, this use of Guidance is fine.
Mordred circles around the Everil dogpile, trying to get at his relatively exposed hindquarters to lend a hand in holding him down. He gets a tentative grasp of the werebadger's legs, and...
Something flies through the air from the open doorway on the west ledge, landing on the ground in the middle of the chamber with a wet thud. A bundle, wrapped in a cloak stained with sticky reddish-black goo. You recognize the cloak. It's Ghaman's cloak.
You all look up. Standing on the west ledge is a bronze construct in the shape of a tall, gaunt man with spindly limbs and a head shaped like a scroll case standing on its end, studded with glowing red gems. In one pincerlike hand it holds a long bronze pole topped with a C-shaped blade.
"I HAVE COME FOR WHAT I SOUGHT," it says in a dead, flat voice. "I AM IMPLACABLE."
With one unnaturally sudden, swift leap, it springs from the west ledge to the one Zora is standing on, landing on large, squared-off feet. Zora screams and leaps from the ledge, hitting the ground hard but rolling into a somersault.
Everil struggles against the men holding him down and twists his neck up to look at the construct, snarling furiously.
Shamush, it's your turn.
