"Ewen, you wewe awesome as usual. You took cawe of that boaw, in what like a minute, right? *Sigh We wewen't so lucky. It's all Jake's fault…"
White Raven crew was having dinner in the Beast Sanctuary. There were huge chunks of pork roasting over a couple of campfires. The pieces roasted before the current ones were already served to the members.
The group was discussing its mission's highlights while enjoying a delicious meal and root beers. They drank root beer instead of potion-like ranked ales because they wanted to keep their heads straight in the middle of the forest.
"Listen here, you little sh*it. It was you who bolted towards the wild pork as soon as you got a glimpse of it. You'd be seriously injured if not dead if it wasn't for me or Ana.
Not only do you not thank us, but you also want to blame your mistakes on us? Steve, let's beat this guy's ass up."
