[The furthest corner, of course. Merlin doesn't whine this time, stooping to haul one of the guards up by his armpits and drag him over to the proper spot. He's too scrawny to actually lift the guard, but it's... working.]
This one— [urgh] -doesn't have the keys! Check yours.
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This one— [urgh] -doesn't have the keys! Check yours.