Solomon turned around and spotted three cloaked figures sitting casually around a crackling campfire near the cavern entrance.
He immediately opened his floating stream interface. The current viewer count sat at exactly eighty-two.
Fortunately, there was chat logs. He quickly scrolled through the history, reading exactly how five masked stream snipers tried to steal his weapon and how these three strangers intervened.
[ Stream Chat ]
GoonLord: BRO WAKE UP! STREAM SNIPERS ARE TRYING TO STEAL YOUR SWORD!
GoonLord: NEVERMIND! THREE RANDOM GUYS JUST SHOWED UP AND ABSOLUTELY OBLITERATED THEM!
GoonLord: one guy just burned two of them to ash with his bare hands.
GoonLord: the swordsman literally chopped the last two into pieces.
GoonLord: THEY ARE JUST SITTING BY A FIRE NOW! PLEASE WAKE UP!
User12: Back after 4 hours. Can confirm them sitting by the fire still.
Solomon closed the interface. He pushed himself off the ground and responded to the cloaked mage with a sarcastic grin.
