"You can quite gallivanting yourself, Jilanya." Faeran waved a hand. "We already know of your meticulous deeds."
"I wasn't bragging, I was only telling this mortal the truth about it all. If anything else, it is a good reminder that either there's something wrong with him and he needs to step up and get stronger if he wishes to be on par with us."
"You should try giving this pep talk to the Goblin then, well, I think they were a Hob by now—but you're really showing preferential treatment. Now whether that's maltreatment, or favoritism, I can't tell myself."
Their babbling was ignored as Han Jing stared at the mollusk's corpse and wrinkled his nose. Dai Song Lan was poking it with his spear and Han Jing chose to look at the only silent Player. "I'm really going to get a weapon after this, that thing is nasty—are you okay, Odele?"
