"There's no way we're getting inside the town gates now, and if we run, how far can we even go? Plus, I can't even move a finger; I'm completely useless, just dead weight."
"Leo, I want to give you one last chance. After all, we're former party mates!"
The Eastern Fox had taken over the show lately; contrary to his previous timid and quiet self, he was dishing out masterclasses in arrogance. Turns out his calm and mysterious stance wasn't some deep secret—it was just his way of hiding the fact that he was a total idiot.
"Drop the dead weight next to you and join our ranks. I'm sure with these skills of yours, you can find a spot inside the Black Wrist guild!"
Did he just say the Black Wrist guild? He's not entirely wrong, though; more than a hundred parties had gathered. I don't know what we can do, I can only say what's on my mind right now.
"Leo, this is a personal matter between us and the Black Wrist party. Do what he says and stay alive until you get inside the town!"
