In an abandoned shack, a small room surprisingly fit seven people.
"I'm surprised that's the only injury you received from that monster, hell, I'm more surprised that you survived." says by the old man. "Scratch that, I'm more surprise, you fought her at all." he added, correcting his previous statements.
"It hurts you know, to think that even one of my friend thought of me as a coward." says by the armless elf jokingly.
"You can't really blame me." retort by the old man. "Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, but to think of all people, your first real fight is with Camilla." he added.
"I don't have any control for that matter." says by Clyde with a solemn tone while remembering the events that led him to lose one of his arm.
Alger just shake his head in regret. The once proud elf looks pitiful right now.
"I didn't meet you here so you can take pity on me, Alger." says by Clyde when he notice the slight gesture of his friend.
"No need to tell me." retort by Alger.
