[Your Worker, Larry, has slain a Chameleon Warrior]
[+5 Aether]
'Larry?!'
Vale was sure the tiny, disgustingly cute imp was long for the grave. But lo and behold, Vale's eyes locked on the corpse of a Chameleon Warrior with a stone spear sticking through its head, which fell from above and slammed into the floor and disappeared.
From the same hole where the warrior fell, a bloodied Larry dropped down and glided to the stone ground in front of Vale with the upper half of a worker's corpse cradled in its tiny claws.
It was Dickless'...
Or at least what was left of him
'The rest of him and Crow must have fallen like the others…'
The wounded imp let out a soft, pained whimper.
"baduh…?"
Larry held his motionless brethren in its tiny arms and stared into its lifeless eyes for a couple of moments before tightly hugging it. Then the imp crouched down and gently lowered the body to the floor of the dungeon and stepped back as the stone swiftly swallowed it.
