Flame On
The automatons are essentially little golems... as far as you can tell, there's no power source, so they're unlike the scorpion from below in that regard. You might mistake them for strange forms of earth-like elementals, except for the obvious signs of manufacture and gearwork, especially around the joints. They look like they're designed... well, for combat. The wood one has a crossbow mounted on the head. The brass one carries a big brass khopesh sword. The metal one has a buzzsaw for a hand. Hmm.
Back downstairs, Otto explains that he's just been hanging out here, not really doing so much. It doesn't bother him, otyughs are good like that. Actually, if you're interested, he tells you to check out the recent PhD thesis of one Cecil Caruthers, U. Greyhelm, on boredom and patience in dungeon monsters: "The View from the 10'x10' Room: A Case Study of the Dungeon of Arborex". While Caruther's suggestions for improving dungeon morale may be a bit cost-prohibitive, the individual interviews offer a interesting, sometimes very surprising look 'behind the scenes'.
Otto was just holding the key for Chef Danza while he made the porridge. So the key wouldn't fall in the porridge.
Speaking of porridge, Tut, you offer it to the High Priest. He grows enraged: "Porridge?! What do I look like, frickin' Momma Bear? Is my chair too small? Is my head on too tight? Maybe the flames of justice and pity shall warm up some culinary ideas in your beanjar!"
He begins to cast Flame Strike. That'll be initiative... d6s, modified by DX, and the High Priest has a '4'.