🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Gonor said nothing, Sheila was crying, Scar was thinking about something.
- The bastards took the armor...

-- One is whining about her stuff, that guy, may a snake bite his dick, is whining about the armor, they're driving me crazy! -- Ushumgallu finally snapped. It's already cramped, damp, and smells bad here, and they're still nagging in my ear. -- Don't you understand what kind of guy this bespectacled one is? He'd sell his own mother for his ass and wallet, and whatever trinkets anyone has is the last thing we need to worry about right now. Tomorrow, we might lose our heads.