[IC] Chapter 1-10: Crypt of Hate

[Lugar]

As Torin dons the cloak a hint of recognition passes his face.

As you became an impersonator of the creator of this particular construct, you learn its powers and current instructions. Its task is to protect the armoury and its contents from all living invaders but won't attack unless there are at least two trespassers are in the armoury proper. There is one exception though: if the guardian cannot sense more than a single invader then it will attack immediately.
Neither the creator nor the creator's company are treated as exceptions.
You also learn that it will recognise you as its creator. Unfortunately, you don't learn how to alter these instructions.

Quietly, Lugar contemplates what the key to hate is. Is it the vampire? Is some magic item? Is it one of the keys he and Silent Giant grabbed earlier? Who knows? Might just be we should throw all the loot into the place those undead skellies came from. No, no, no, terrible idea....

Lugar watches patiently as the experts examine the magic items, looking for any hint of greed in the eyes of his new friends. "Well, well, well, don't you look dandy!" Lugar jests. "Fit for a royal ball! So what does it do, protect you from your left foot! Hahaha!" Lugar seems to enjoy taunting the other dwarf for no apparent reason. Must be some odd racial enmity going on.