"The original owner of this Space Ring was named 'Erlande'. You might have heard his name from other teammates. He used to be a member of the 'Vulgar Novel' team and was the third one to join," the mage observed Bartlett as he gently exhaled a thin mist of smoke.
"He joined even earlier than I did", the half-elf added, "He was an extremely cheerful person, loved chatting, drinking rye beer, and laughing. His smile was infectious, even affecting the gloomiest people. Not only did we like him, but most of the adventurers in Muya also liked him."
"Just like you, he was also from Norde and hailed from Lafint Castle in Norde." The mage continued.
Just like me? No, it's different. Most of the adventurers in Pig Bay don't like me. Bartlett secretly shook his head with a bitter smile in his heart, feeling envious of that compatriot named 'Erlande'. At least after his death, there were still many people who remembered him, and his friends and teammates would fulfill his wishes.
