As Elamien dodges the golem's blow, Tristan steps forward and abruptly seizes her arm, pitching her unceremoniously away from the guardian. Stepping back, he regards it warily, but it merely returns to its own position and stance. He looks back at Elamien, already back on her feet. "My apologies, Guildmistress, but I'd not see the Patriarch suffer your loss. This defender is too quick, too strong for us, and well-warded against magic and the Seeming's variances." He looks now to Rashid, in turn. "Our options narrow, Patriarch. If we cannot find another path, we may be forced to submit to its demands. Its Creator was your ancestor, presumably, whom you know better than we. Was he truly the kind of man who would impose such a test upon those who would pass?"