"You said the Purple Corpse got hurt? Let's go take a look." Negris recommended.
"No." Ange refused.
"Why?" Negris asked.
"It's healed."
"We should still go and look for Steadfast Locke's bones."
"No, they won't fit." Ange refused again. His hand was full, and he could only hold two arm bones. It would be useless to find more.
"Let's just go, there's nothing else to do. The World Tree has others to take care of it."
"No, I need to plant some crops." Ange said.
"The Purple Skeleton Plane is all forest, perfect for planting stuff. Didn't you give the Purple Corpse some seeds? If they can't grow anything, that's all the more reason for you to help." Negris proposed.
Ange tilted his head in thought for a while, but still shook his head: "I'll teleport the supplies here after they're grown."
