#calzone golem

This raises so many questions:

Calzone golem?

As a golem, shouldn't it have been immune to banishment?

What in the Nine Hells led to a faux Italian cuisine themed one-shot?

...and some very nice new clothes, a gift from our friend the Silver.  I donned them and packed away some cheese for our journey before happening to glance out the window, which spanned my entire wall.  It seemed that there was some odd shimmer in the air in the distance, a field separating what appeared to by flying creatures from the open sky.  I suspected it was some form of beastiary, which piqued my curiosity mildly.  I stepped into the common room and waited for my companion to get ready.  It seems Rope, the third, was feeling under the weather.  It must have had something to do with those blackberries.  I shrugged and walked out the door with Blaine, heading in the general direction of the ranch.

It was called "Mount Olympus".  I suppose somebody thought that it was an amusing title, but I just wanted to see the creatures.  From the outside, there appeared to be ancient scaly things with wings and great feathered beasts alike.  The other people in the waiting line with us were making some great commotion about a phoenix.  My companion spoke with them.  I'm not sure why some humans feels like they must be social every time they run across other beings, but he somehow convinced this strange couple to invite us to dinner.  Huh.

It was quite a while until dinner time, though, so we wandered into the art district to try to make a plan for acquiring trained Pegasi or something.  Something there caught my eye, a regal looking image of our dragon friend descending from the sky.  It seemed like it was practically glowing with culture and magnificence, so I had some words with the artist and bought it for nearly nothing. 

And then we nonchalantly made our way toward the cottage for dinner.  When we arrived, the door was ajar and there were creepy noises coming from the inside.  Blaine called for them, but nobody answered, so we stepped inside their incredibly messy lair and wandered stupidly toward the sounds.  We found some crazy imp, who had tied up our Patron Grendew and had started tearing through some books.  My companion tore through it quite impressively and we tended to the wounded man, who implored us to take care of some mess that they'd made in the pantry.

And it was quite a mess.  Some animated, doughy thing that oozed red sauce every single time we hit it.  Every time I tried to freeze the thing with my ray, it would slow down, but it seemed hardly phased by any attack that I made.  I'm lucky that Blaine was there to take care of it, too, although not before I'd taken substantial burns from its tomato based sauce.  Not that it bothered me much.  I'm not here to worry about physical wounds, after all.

They're preparing dinner for us, now, so I suppose I should be polite and attempt some sort of small talk or something.