"Haha, how ironic," Sam said, standing up from his rock bed. "I had plans to ambush you on the sixth floor, but then I got ambushed by orcs as soon as I stepped foot on that damn desert. However, it appears that luck is on my side as per usual."
Aito sighed. That guy was as shameless as always. Straight out spitting to his face that he had planned to kill Aito.
"Those orcs are truly tough. I mean, even you couldn't do shit against them, apparently. Hum, maybe it is fate at play here, black challenger," Sam said, slowly advancing towards him. "Just look at yourself. Chained like the monster you are. Defenseless. Powerless. Where is your fearsome strength now? Hum? Hahaha! I'm so thankful for those beasts that brought you here."
Sam approached him so close he could feel the stench of the baldy's breath even through his visor. Orcs had deprived him of everything but his armor. Even the inventory bag containing the candle was gone.
