"We've been lazing around since we came to the Veilwood," Xan reminded them.
Atrox was on the first floor of Team 34 and was eating a chopped apple. He raised his brows and yawned. "It's just not time to make a move."
Slya tapped the table in impatience. "He's right, though. Let's go out there and do something... kill some monsters or what."
Tiber was also there, sitting at the same table. His eyes were slightly narrowed and unfocused, as if he was thinking a little too deeply about something.
Atrox glanced at the man and sighed. Tiber had reported the details of his mission two nights before, and he understood why he must be feeling some kind of way.
'I have to get his mind off it. Besides, we have to make some money until we raid the outlaws anyway'
"Alright, we'll find a ruin to clear. Xan, you look for one where we can make lots of money," Atrox said. "We need money to buy some enchanted tools."
