"What year is it?"
Tineya sat up with a start and looked around in a panic. Although she trusted Micah and– Although she trusted Micah, there was no way to tell if he had succeeded or not when she was dead. And the thought that she might have been stuck with the spear lodged in her belly, nailing her to the ground, was the last and first thought in her mind when she died and came back.
"Stop fooling around."
Micah only looked at Tineya when she woke up before he threw a bag of silver pol at her face.
"Hey! Wha– Oh! Thanks a bunch, bossman!"
Tienya was about to ask what he was doing until she noticed the contents of the bag.
If they were bags filled with pol, Tineya could take however many Micah could throw at her face.
"What about Art?"
Tineya looked around while absorbing the pol.
"Over there."
Tineya followed where Micah pointed and saw a pile of mist covering Art's still dead body.
"Ha! I was faster then!"
