"R-rockroaches!" the pleading cultivator anxiously cried out.
"We've had to rush past some roach nests! A-and some leech traps too! P-please, don't hurt us. We need a little bit of help!"
Oli turned his attention to the fear-stricken enemy, asking, "What kind of leech? Explain."
A tinge of relief surfaced on the fearful man's face, glad that the powerful interrogator still listened to reason.
"They're the stone kind. They look like obtruding rocks on the floor or wall. A-and once you touch it, they bite into you. If you run away from that spot you'll just… drag their long bodies out of the ground. They won't let go no matter what we tried…
"Please! Save my friend! He only got bitten pushing me out of the way!"
A thud rang out from the begging man's head hitting the floor.
