[The party watches a strange mechanical blue creature begin feeding on the current of an open conduit. The lights dim.]
Vaan: Hey! Who turned out the lights? One of those!?
Balthier: I’ve heard of these: mimics. They disguise themselves as all manner of things, then strike when you’re least wary. Some of them have a fondness for energy, I’m told. They gorge themselves on the stuff until there’s naught left.
Vaan: So… what happens then?
[A zombie emerges from the shadows.]
Balthier: Lights out. And it’s worse in the dark. Much worse. So, let them get too close one of those conduits and they’ll suck it dry. But don’t worry: it’ll give it back, if you ask it nicely. Sticking it with a sword helps, too. Clock’s ticking!
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