Odd is certainly a passable term for it. In fact, it strikes Dorian as very fitting indeed. Everything about the place is odd, from the sounds of people milling about on who knows what kind of flooring/ground/whatisthatthing, to the sound of mechanised...somethings-or-other in the distance.

It does rather sound like a thousand golems throwing javelins at a singular target. Perish the thought.

More importantly, he doesn't think he's had the distinct pleasure of seeing such cheekbones in quite some time.

Ahem. Priorities, remember.

"Dorian Pavus. As in 'of House Pavus'. I doubt it means anything in this place, but for what it's worth, and so on. 'Dorian' will do. Or 'Ser Pavus' if we're to stand on formality. I don't see why, personally."