A loyal companion since ancient times, whether robotic or organic they’ll stay by your side

In the heart of bustling life, a geometric stage for public strife. Cobblestones echo with footsteps' beat, where city souls and village meet.

Built to defend, to stand, to fight, with walls that hold through day and night.

There was a trade route that featured my name, I'm a leader in the pajama game, Quite refined and never firm, Don't go berserk when you see my worms.

A target selected, the end goal set, money changed hands, now my plan must be met. You’ll never see me until too late, it’s nothing personal, I carry no hate. It’s a job I do, it pays the bills, sadly for me, it racks up kills.