Standing there, although he was tired, Magnus still felt like he could go another round if the chieftain tried anything.
Turning to look at him, he noticed most of the orcs looking away from him.
'As if they're uncomfortable?'
"Ahem... Fetch him some clothes." The chieftain spoke, still looking away.
'Clothes? What—'
A bad feeling swept over him. 'I got hit by a fireball, don't tell me...'
Steeling his heart, he looked down. His entire body was charred by the fireball, and his clothes had long since been turned into ashes.
Everything was on display.
A fur cloth was thrown to him by one of the orcs, and without hesitation he put it on.
'Orcs are not that bad. They're really not that bad.'
[I wouldn't just be worried about your clothes...]
'Huh!? What do you mean!?!?'
[You will see HAHAHAHAHA]
A few minutes passed, before everyone was once again looking at him.
