"Sukrucuk, Brother, the last dungeon is over!"
"And what would it be, my lion? We did it in one try again!"
Our tank and our shaman are advancing in front of the party, immersed in deep conversation. The girls are coming from behind. Their conversation is also lively, and they transfer what they learned from the shaman orc to Plague. The little girl also talks about the two orcs who came to visit, but I can't quite hear it. All I could tell was that one was called Alyon, and the other was Little Piggy.
How am I? Thanks for asking, so what? I'm dying of pain; I know I died once, but even death is a reward besides that.
"Hey, do something!"
I will say, but my voice does not come out that I am melting like a candle where I am. Where I am is Toraman's back. He took his weapon and put me in his place. Dude, every time I step forward and kill myself, the others are in good spirits. Look at my torture for being the party leader.
