The System Of Balances

Astra took a welcome breath of cool air. "You're a product of the Mad Monk Aristotle. He created you and many others as a way for evil tyrants to control their hideouts. You see, it's very difficult to keep the food flowing, the supplies coming, the gaurds happy, the shifts on time, all that stuff a large orginazation needs. Now instead of the ranom evil warlord entrusting too many of his evil minions with too many trusted tasks, he buys one of you rods, which takes over a large majority of the day to day tasks of running the lair. Such as temprature control."
"Interesting." mused the rod. "And the supplier?"
"My old teacher, Anina, killed him right before she herself was killed in a battle with the Dutch. It was a terrible fight that lasted five hours and roamed over ten miles."
"People do have the right to oppose evil, I suppose." the rod mused. "I take it your allies thought they had accounted for all the rods?"
"Exactly. I don't know how you slipped by."
"I see."

Suddenly...

1. the rod begans to cry.
2. the rod uproots itself and chases after Astra.
3. the rod transports Astra to another section of the cave.

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