Greg stood in the bigger forge area of the workshop the next morning, staring at the long list Marina had left him. Twenty adventurers meant twenty sets of gear, and each set needed more than one tool.
They would need light sources, rope, trap detectors, storage containers, emergency supplies, and who knows what else in a goddamn dungeon. Seeing Marina again made him regret the decision he made yesterday.
"Fuck...! Fuck... Fuck...!"
"Why the fuck do I have to agree like an idiot!?"
"This isn't peaceful anymore...!"
Greg ran his hand through his hair and said, "This is crazy."
"One month to do all of this."
"What the fuck was going through my mind?"
Bork walked up next to him with a steaming cup of coffee and said, "You were thinking that you wanted to help your friends stay alive."
