"You poisoned it!" Elder Sewell was so furious. I was healing you diligently and almost worked myself to death, but you are saying that I poisoned the milk?
You kept asking for milk from all directions; how can I give milk to all of you at once?!
"What do we do now…?" The souls looked sulky in the graveyard.
"What can we do… run back and recover our corpses!"
- Ten minutes later -
"Milk! More milk!"
"How come I can't feel the healing effects at all!"
"Where's the milk?! Are you healing us?!"
"…"
The five souls gathered in the graveyard again.
"… What do we do now?" The rogue felt like crying.
"This healing… was almost non-existent!" the dwarf warrior complained.
"I…" the rogue asked tentatively, "My game time is almost up. Should we stop now and try again next time?"
The moment he said it, he quitted from the group and got offline in one breath!
"…"
