Something about the man saying to "trust" him rubbed Zaid wrong. Perhaps it was his long history of working with underworld people that made him think that. Most of the time when people told him to trust them it was right before they double crossed him.
He didn't say any of this, but filed it away in his mind as a precaution. Before he could do or say anything else, the screeching from down the ravine became louder. His drew the sword from its scabbard before glancing over to the rumbling of stone nearby. A towering golem of stone rose up to defend them.
Impressive, he said, eyeing the thing up and down.
I saw some others, but I don't know them. At least two, maybe more, he confirmed. He wouldn't have been surprised if a few had even looped around from other directions, but perhaps not. He was always ready to plan for the worst.
They didn't have to push forward far before it seemed the cry of the harpies was responded to. The flutter of wings from a small cave to the right saw the sudden emergence of at least a half dozen of the creatures. One, Zaid managed to catch in the wing with his sword, stopping its ascent and causing it to crash precariously into the ground several meters away.
Can your golem smash that opening? he asked hurriedly, taking another swipe at one of the harpies and catching it with a shallow cut to the leg. If more of these things kept coming they could be easily overwhelmed.