There was certainly something off about all this. Oz tapped Jenso on the shoulder. "Hey, so.. if they are attacking hundreds of places at once then they're low on man power here right?" He looked around for any sources of observation, cameras, magic-sources, whatever. Oz had this obscure feeling like there was something watching them. "I don't do the whole subtlety thing that well but it kind of feels like we might be falling into the plan of whoever's master here. Why have me imprisoned in a golem in that room.. FULL of golems and have none of them active." He glared ahead. "I think we're being funneled in this direction on purpose. Either we ruin their plan by shifting directions first or we follow through and hope they don't overpower us." Oz grinned devilishly. "And by shifting direction, I mean to go straight up." He peered up at the tightly shifting gears and menagerie of stone work floating above.