"...jeez. Wearn't you the one that wanted to rush out of here as fast as possible?" Ethaniel scoffed at Minister Yer's scared demeanour. Soon after, his head turned towards the other slimes who had been discussing amongst themselves since arriving at the cold plains. "Hah... Isn't this the worst kind of area to stumble onto?"
"It is..." Shinto let out a cold breath as his arms folded to cover himself. "With lack of equipment and cold resistance armour, we'll end up like walking icicles if we go through we exploring the forest."
"...Not to mention we don't have food or any good things to sustain us in this environment," Ethaniel uttered out hopelessly.
