⟬ Outside the Restful Hen Inn, some time earlier... ⟭
"I don't get why this hurts so baaaad~!" Ree whined.
Pale raised his eyebrows and let out a long, deep breath, allowing his cheeks to puff up as he did.
Ree's honesty made him lose his concentration.
That made it hurt again.
He and the members of the Hero Party were waiting outside the inn while Boss Tycon talked to Lady Neerin...
--all while sitting on both knees and holding their weapons up toward the sky.
His spear, Beithir Blaster--
His spear was his latest, closest, most reliable friend.
It was, at most, 4 ponze.
Resting on his upraised palms... it still felt like 4 ponze.
--but the muscles of his arms felt like weak, wobbly jelly constructs.
Pale wanted to close his fists-- to tighten his shaky grip...
--but that was definitely not allowed.
Anything that would make the punishment easier wasn't allowed.
