Michael and Fudge both kept on monitoring the situation in the tomb, secretly eavesdropping on the conversations happening all around.
It was quite funny that not once did these cautious and experienced adventurers look up at the sky. If they did, then they would see Orcs and shadows perched up on the branches, not making any attempt at hiding their humongous bodies.
"Where did you get that chestplate? Mine got dented after going through an arrow trap, but yours is squeaky clean. There's barely a scratch!"
The adventurer wearing armor with the symbol 'R' carved on his right chest looked around, hesitating to tell it so publicly.
"To tell you the truth, I'm tempted to gatekeep where I got this armor. I don't want it to get sold out so easily. In fact, this is the last armor that was in stock yesterday, so I got lucky."
"Come on, just tell us!"
After getting pressured by his friends, the adventurer eventually relented.
