"Fuck, I knew this house wouldn't cut it. In the middle of last night, the plank behind me gave in, and now my whole back is still freezing cold."
"You're still better off. Last night I was sleeping, and suddenly a huge rat crawled onto my face and bit me hard... What a cursed place, even the rats are vicious!"
"You're a Third-tier player and you got bitten by a rat? Did you buy your level or what?"
"Snow Leopard, shut up!"
The next morning, the wilderness was filled with the men's complaints. Edward, looking like an old man with arthritis, was making a fire while rubbing his back. Nabron was helping him pick up firewood while also rubbing his own nose with sympathy. No one expected that he, a Third-tier player, would be overwhelmed by a rat one day.
The two men's complaints drew mockery from Alien Eye, but were quickly shut down by Nikun's roar.
Apart from Alien Eye, these four people were not very resistant to the cold, which made them despise this godforsaken place.
