The resurrection point was overcrowded.
The Lonely Old Man watched the huddled disciples of the Beggar Gang around him, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard on the ground. "Damn."
"Old Lonely, what should we do now?" Beside him, a regular player named Wanderer of the Mortal World asked with a frown. "Won't we be late even if we rush over from the resurrection point now?"
"What's the bloody point of rushing over there, just to die again?" Lumberjack No.1 jostled his way over.
