"Cough cough, don't mention it, don't mention it, actually my name is Lorum..."
With a flushed face, Lorum smiled awkwardly, and tried hard to look away, to not gaze at the cleavage subtly revealed under the leather armor due to a ninety-degree bow—touching the tip of his nose, he said embarrassingly, "Well, why don't you go back and rest a bit, the monsters that slipped in should all be dead now..."
"Oh, be careful Mr. Lorum!" Elsa nodded tearfully, then briskly wiped her short sword while hurrying toward the rear, and after running seven or eight steps, she 'plop' fell to the ground, then stood up, smiled apologetically to Lorum, and after running a few more steps, she 'plop' fell to the ground again...
"Ha, should I really change my name to 'Screw' instead?"
