On another street, a father was trying to pull his daughter back. The man heaved a deep breath, obviously exhausted. He wasn't fully healed yet, okay? Even with their improved physiques and daily drinking of healing potions.
"It's time to go Fiona," he said, just stopping himself from carrying the girl back home.
They were currently in a carnival game called Micro Ring Toss. It was basically Ring Toss, but with much smaller rings and targets. The stall owner said that they had better senses now, so it was only right to make it more difficult.
However, Rebi would argue it was too difficult. The ring was as big as his pinky finger for goodness' sake! And the target? A glorified needle, that's what it was!
Unfortunately, he not only had zero talent in this, but his body was still weak from the sufferings during slavery. There was also the stupid fact that he may have gone outside in an attempt to earn money, and getting lotsa bruises.
