marley arrived back from making his report just after the others left. He "find teh others and report back to me," he wrote on a slip of paper torn from his notebook, then took various oddments and refuse from around the site and made a vaguely dog-like assemblage of parts, rolling up the slip and sticking it within the discarded tobacco-tin head; he then muttered a cantrip he'd come up with back at seminary for finding people (he'd named it "Spot," and had never bothered to rename it). The resulting dog-golem bounded off, rattling oddly as the tobacco tin and other parts clashed together as it ran at incredible speed intop the distance in teh general direction of Celia'splace. "Hmp. could have just figured that out for myself, I guess," he said, then set to work.
After a time, the new copper inlays and double dovetails were set in place and consecrated for the temporary fix that they were. Spot returned, communicated the others' whereabouts, And Marley tore another page from his notebook, writing
Milady Celia,
I have patched the broken ring and it's runes and re-communicated them to the Burgesses' Hall Clock. It should hold for mormal stresses or a small storm or contretemps, but only temporarily; the stone is too cracked and fissured for better. Call for me if you need me; I shall continue to be garrisoned with the Ravens at the Tower.
I remain your humble servant,
Marley Whippett, Lt. K.T.
He put the note in Spot's mouth, and sent it running back to Celia's, with instructions to run out back and jump into her rubbish bin and fall apart, freed of it's duties after delivering the letter.
As the dog set off at a blistering pace, he went ravenish again and flew back to the Tower, to wait for another adventure...