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We decide to leave the parasite victims in peace, since they do not block our route.
The great chimneys would make ideal places for bandit snipers, or lookouts. While I imagine that the access ladders would be destroyed on some, and on others, too dangerous to climb, some are certainly still accessible, and would provide an excellent view of what is happening all around. Unfortunately, it is hard to see if somebody else had this idea already. The chimney peaks are far too high, making it difficult for the naked eye to see whether somebody is perched on one. I imagine that it is easy to see anybody in the trench, from up there.
My train of thought is disrupted when one of the doors in the trench creaks. A small, but ugly-sounding voice slips out.
>”Don't be alarmed, travelers. I mean no harm to you.
From the darkness, emerges a squat figure, little more than a metre in height. When its face comes into the light, it is repulsive to behold. It is bug-eyed, and its greasy, asymmetrical face carries sharp, little teeth.
>”Please don't be alarmed. I bear no weapons.”
It bares its hands to prove its statement.
“What do you want, creature?”
>”I seek only to help you, travelers. You are lost in the maze, yes?
It coughs, and a string of thick, brown dribble trails from its malformed mouth.
“We are not lost. At least, we have approximate knowledge of our destination.”
>”And where might that be, traveler?”
“We are moving to a settlement that is said to be North of here.”
>”Ah, I know it well. I can take you there, away from these crawlers. A passage beneath the steel skin.”
“Why do you want to help us?”
>”I want a reward! Haha!”
“Is that so?”
>”All I ask is a little of your food in return. I can't eat the crawlers. No, no.”
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