If the older sentries weren't rude enough than the small one
certainly is. He holds me strange, and every time I try and get away I am contorted
into another position by his enormous hands and brutish strength.
Everywhere I try to hide – the child finds me. And somehow, he
manages to lure me out with a device that is impossible to describe. It’s like
a worm of some sort. It wiggles around and then lays still – I MUST attack it.
He gets me every time.
And the I am once again stuck in the torture that is his arms.
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