Continued from yesterday, most people chose to [gather diamonds]. And so…
Though wary at first, you help [Throckmorton] gather the scattered diamonds. His beard and coat is loaded with them, as is your fur, and you turn to advance when–
WEE-OO! WEE-OO! Sirens blare and lights flash. Giant diamonds rise, revealing themselves as humanoid soldiers. They rope you both in an instant. TAKE THEM TO THE SKY BOX, they shout in monotone, as you rocket upward through a tunnel high in the ceiling.
Now, here you are, stuck muzzled in a cell way up in the sky, right next to that idiot [Throckmorton]. Ugh, and he won’t stop sobbing, what a mess.
Make your move!