"Rimel, Elenora, please leave the battlefield!"
Before I could even finish analyzing our opponents—our sub-party—some words entered my left ear, but they only found their meaning once they reached my brain. When I say they found their meaning, I mean I understood what was said, but making sense of this outburst was completely impossible.
"Don't be ridiculous, Sukrucuk! Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?"
Our mage loudly voiced the exact same thought I had. I was expecting this reaction, but Rimel's silence caught my attention. The young girl took two steps forward, walked right up to the frontline, and whispered into our tank's ear.
"I understand. I'll do as you say, but please convince Elenora too!"
I didn't hear what Rimel said. They weren't using Party Chat. Old-school, ear-to-ear stealth mode was active. Whatever she said, Sukrucuk agreed, and our healer turned back to Elenora, this time whispering something into our mage's ear.
