"Yo, Renoir," Rael said, approaching him. Once he sat down beside Renoir, he continued:
"We're about to prestige, so you're going to be on your own from now on."
"Alright."
Rael coughed once.
"That also means you'll have to deal with all the troubles that come after. But don't worry, once I sort our stuff out, I'll be sure to speedrun all the way to you."
"Mhm. Alright."
Yeah...
Rael felt like this would be the case. After all, this guy did not give a single shit about whatever he was saying. But oh well, if anything, Rael had some good news too.
"I did a quick check on some stuff, and I can assure you that your wife hasn't died on the beginner floors."
Finally, Renoir paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes at Rael.
"Is that so? How certain are you?"
"Very certain. Though, you could give me her name, and I could double-check for you."
"Alright. Eris Altros. Check that."
