Talk:Dryad/@comment-26376061-20160721193709/@comment-30700719-20170221214415

"ICARUS, I need a Rauser, pronto! Weapon: Cannon. Body: Melee. Engine: Superboost."  I struggle with the vines for a bit longer, and slash at them with my knife. The razor-sharp edge does little to the thick vines. "You! Release us, or I'll throw a Molotov!" I yell at the Dryad, fabricating a Molotov. Understandably, she lets us go. "Okay. We will walk out of this Labyrinth, unheeded, and we will never come back here. If we do, then we deserve full punishment." I say, still holding the Molotov. "Go! Leave this place! Never return, or you'll never leave again!" she says. "Come on guys, let's leave." "But..." one of my colleagues protests. "We will be leaving, now!" I say, firmer this time. We leave the Labyrinth, and apparently the dude who protested went back inside a year later. His mourning service was performed the day after it was discovered he went back in. Poor Billy. He will always be remembered.