Just a moment ago, because of the Wailing's siege, he got separated from the assistant and teammates amidst the chaos.
Those damned Acidic Slimes in the trap destroyed everything of his, including the Mage Robe that symbolized honor and his beloved Magic Wand.
At this moment, the only covering on him was a coarse blanket thrown to him by the patrolling assistant.
Red mist filled the corridor, and unsettling hissing noises came from afar. He curled up in the corner, cold and scared.
The only thing to be thankful for is that he still had a Gold Coin that wasn't eaten by the Slimes.
This was the last asset he picked up from the Maze.
Although at this very moment, he desperately wished that what he held was not a Gold Coin, but a Demon Crystal or a Magic Wand.
At least that could offer him a bit of comforting sense of security.
'Must find a way to get a Magic Wand...' he thought discreetly to himself, gritting his teeth, while anxiously scanning his surroundings.
