"Bring that here!" The tall asura said pointing at golem that had just crashed down into the ground. He was working on another with a tool set and grumbling to himself. "Sanf said you were good people. I am South. Glad to meet you. Mind bringing it over to me. I need to figure out where these guys are coming from."
"Oh, me? Right! I'm Moryera, by the way, but, um, Sanf probably already said that. It's nice to meet you," she chatters as she tries to pry the golem out from where it had gotten wedged into the ground. Deciding quickly that one twiggy spellcaster is NOT going to be able to lift a golem twice her size, Mory glances over her shoulder, and quickly summons a necromantic helper to carry it instead. Not that it would have mattered if anyone had seen her cast the spell: a giant fleshy minion is hard to hide, especially when it's tromping over and dumping a half-broken golem onto the ground.
"Here you go!"