Wizard Hutton found it hard to laugh. There were one hundred portal bags he had to carry with him. When he tried to pack them everywhere he could, he quickly found his whole body covered in those bags. It was a bizarre thing to look at, the way he was trying to hold all these bags by himself.
Druid Joseph tried to help, "Do you need help, Wizard Hutton?"
Wizard Hutton refused, "Thanks, but no. There will be dwarves helping me out once I head to Iron Furnace Fort."
Druid Joseph then looked towards the barrels on the ground, "Wait, did Master Bennett finish brewing the grandmaster's wine?"
