[Two trolls sprint by, running from something unclear. They collapse to a stop in a garden shed. There are two cots waiting for them.]

(I suppose she’d like us to do the other two.(

You know heR, of couRse she would~

(Should we wait until morning?(

Nah. Let’s get it done now, so we can sleep in~

[The pair leave the shed and makes their way over to a pair of wrigglers collapsed on the ground. They haven’t been dead long. On top of them is a note, which reads “Hello~Lovelies! Please~take~these~sweethearts~over~to~the~caverns! Try~not~to~get~caught! -Erutai”]

[The girl reads the note and scoffs]

What, did she think we’d want to get caught? We’Re just as vulneRable as heR~ PRobably moRe, if we’Re being honest~

[Her partner smiled, and picked up the olive wriggler. He checked the sleeve, and nodded satisfactorily]

(Wanted to make sure she wouldn’t forget.(

Of couRse she wouldn’t~

[She picked up the other wiggler- a little bronze boy, and the pair went off into the night, carrying the dead wrigglers back to their caverns.]