By the end of the day, we were all dead tired from lugging those stones, collecting loot, debating who would carry what, and occasionally watching Raya flick her tail, almost hitting Sir Jin in the head. I swear, that wyvern had zero regard for mortal cranial safety. But she was so cute, so I didn't yell. Well… not too much.
I looked at the crew sprawled across the forest clearing like a pile of exhausted yet very alive action figures.
Henry had somehow collapsed on top of a heap of glowing blue mana stones and muttered something about "never again," while Joff was trying to balance three hearthstones on his shoulder like he was auditioning for a circus act.
Sir Alex, of course, stood like an immovable monument of dignity and exhaustion, brushing bits of slimy spider goo off his armor, probably judging our collective stupidity with his entire being.
Sir Jin limped over, muttering curses at the dungeon floor like it personally insulted his knees.
