"What the heck!? You can't just sit down and expect us to wait for you! We're screwed! Fucked even! This is a horrible situation, how did it get to this!?" Alten yelled, freaking out.
"He did say that we could go for the golden-tiered creature if we wanted to. I will wait for him at the village, and maybe train with some soldiers there. You can do as you wish." Leon said, beginning to walk away from the hut, fully accepting Lyrian's wishes.
"What! Of course, I'll wait for him," Alten quickly ran to where Lyrian was, "Train with soldiers, huh? Maybe I'll do the same."
...
After they left, an hour passed by. Suddenly, the trap door popped open, and an eyeball came out and looked left and right, before spotting Lyrian staring back.
"Open the door!" Lyrian, said, only for the trapdoor to quickly shut.
He closed his eyes and began waiting again. He was determined, there was no way he was going to leave without a fixed sword.
