"I'm surprised you're still alive, Mr. Gargoyle."
"I almost died just now because of you!"
"You mean you're mad because I failed to finish you, right?"
—"Enough, both of you!"—
Lynn and George's argument was cut short by George's party—the trio of a female mage, swordsman, and priest—restraining him, while Arezu grabbed Lynn by her robe and lifted her up like a mother cat carrying her kitten.
It was George's party, along with another group of five adventurers from the Annual Caravan, that Lynn and Arezu had encountered at the edge of the southern forest. Or, to be more precise, the group Lynn had "mistakenly" attacked, bombarding them with a barrage of ice blocks.
"Is this all of you, George?" Arezu asked, taking over the conversation from Lynn, who was pouting beside him.
Snapping out of his anger from being hit squarely in the face by an ice block, George sat down on the ground before replying to Arezu.
