"Is Lord Priest here?" Elyle emerged from the water to see two patrolling orcs, and as he walked toward the island, he asked.
Seeing that it was Elyle who had come, the orcs hurried over respectfully, "Lord Priest is at the cave, but he seems to be in a bad mood. When he went in, he specifically warned us not to disturb him unless necessary."
No sooner had the orc finished speaking than Elyle stopped in his tracks.
With a struggling expression on his face, he looked at the orc, "In a bad mood? Do you know why?"
The orc glanced around and, seeing no other orcs nearby, leaned in closer to Elyle and whispered, "Today, Lord Priest excitedly ran out with a shell, claiming he had found the antidote that could remove the toxins from the seawater.
But when he returned, his face was terribly somber.
And from time to time, he cursed the shaman of the Tortoise Tribe. It seems he was quite furious."
Elyle gave the orc a glance and waved him away.
