The cries for help came from deep within the fog wall, full of vigor, high-pitched and clear, and a little noisy.
"Should we go and save them now?" Bartlett asked the people around him.
"You are an adventurer; your experience in dealing with unexpected and unknown situations is more abundant than ours," said Parrot Felicity. "So, I suggest that in this temporary team, you take the lead." It turned its head and looked at the short mage, "What do you think, Master Theodore?"
"I have no objections," Theodore Goldbright spread his hands, "apart from magic and literature, I'm not good at anything else."
You should cut out the first part too, Bartlett thought rudely.
It was clear that the remaining two people would not express different opinions, "In this case, you should decide our actions." The parrot flew up from the young man's shoulder and circled above everyone's heads.
