Half an hour later, Lora had already arrived in the preparation area with a group of adventurers. As she looked at the supplies distributed into her hands and the temporary teammates around her who were laughing and chatting while making preparations, the young huntress still felt somewhat dazed—she had initially planned to see if there were any routine tasks for clearing out scattered elemental creatures near the camp. How did she suddenly find herself assigned to a higher-risk "advancement team"?
Beside her, the old mage Modir appeared quite cheerful. This spirited old man casually spoke to the adventurers beside him while stuffing the Frost Resistance Potion he had received into his clothes: "Actually, giving me this stuff is useless. I'm not afraid of a little cold air—it's you younger ones with weaker constitutions who need to be well protected. The polar temperatures are no joke. If anyone needs more resistance potions on the road, just come to me..."
