Faye Yardley never thought things would get so surreal, bringing a newly spawned monster onto her own raft.
The little green dwarf had its own language. Of course, Faye Yardley couldn't understand it, but since Willow Yardley could, it was as if Faye could too.
Through Willow's translation, she learned that the little green dwarf's name was Eamon (a phonetic translation). He had heard there was a chance to leave his own world and have fun in another, so he had snuck over.
He hadn't even had time to get excited about seeing the world of ice and snow before he saw his companions charge toward the raft and, without a second thought, prepare to attack.
Then they were turned into pincushions.
Eamon hadn't even had time to yell "Wait!"
Luckily, those guys still knew to protect him.
So he wasn't injured, but they had all been turned into pincushions, and then...
'Am I a captive now?'
Faye Yardley watched as an expression of grief and indignant shame appeared on Eamon's face.
