"Big Bro Sukrucuk, the final dungeon is finally over!"
"What did you expect, my boy? We steamrolled it in one shot again!"
Our tank and our shaman, deep in conversation, are walking ahead of the party; the girls are following behind. They're deep in conversation too; they're passing on what they learned from the shaman orc to Plague. The petite girl is talking about the two orcs who came to visit her, but I can't quite hear her. I could only make out that one was named Alyon and the other was Littlepiggy.
How am I doing? Thanks for asking; surviving, I guess? I'm dying of pain; I know I've died once, but compared to this, dying feels like a reward.
"Whoaaaaaaaaaa, somebody do something!"
