Talk:Mimic/@comment-25095137-20140816230652/@comment-25035274-20140816232230

There must have been a rock there on the floor I didn't see, because I stumbled as I tried to back away from her. As I started to fall, however, my hand reflexively shot out and grabbed my friend by the shoulder.

I was able to regain my balance, but alas, it cost my friend dearly. He was sent tumbling towards the chest, and the mimic grabbed him. It's sad, I know. I shall miss him dearly. But at least he goes knowing that his capture was not in vain, for it allowed a dear friend to live to see another day.

As I stand here, looking around at all the piles of glittering treasure around me, I know that somehow, with great difficulty, I'll find the strength to go on with my life. It's what Harold would have wanted.