Michael and Fudge continued monitoring the situation inside the tomb, secretly eavesdropping on the conversations happening all around.
It was quite funny that not once did these cautious and seasoned adventurers think of looking up at the sky. Had they done so, then they would have seen hulking Orcs and shadowy figures perched openly on the branches, not in the least trying to hide themselves.
"Where did you get that chestplate? Mine got dented after going through an arrow trap, but yours is squeaky clean. There's barely a scratch!" one adventurer asked.
The adventurer wearing armor with the symbol 'R' engraved on his right chest looked around as if hesitating to tell it so publicly.
"To tell you the truth, I'm tempted to gatekeep where I got this armor. I don't want everyone rushing there and wiping out the entire stock. In fact, this was the last armor that was in stock yesterday, so I got lucky and managed to snag it."
"Come on, just tell us!" his friends insisted.
