Behind Emif was a collection of other humans, all of different colors and sizes.
Nero had just encountered most of them recently as they had all received a portion of the rations from him.
"There is huntable game within Malady's Garden."
"Is that so..."
Emif frowned, "Well, calling it huntable is a bit of a stretch. It's also just edible. Barely."
Nero raised a brow. What exactly was this thing and why did Emif seem to have such a hoirbe opinion of it?
"I think he's talking about the Teargail Fungus."
Nero turned around to face Obed who wore a rather displeased look on his face.
"A Teargail Fungus...'
He had never heard of that in his life.
Emif huffed and turned around.
A man wearing grey long robes stained with mud and blood. He sported a long grey beard as well, making him look old and wise. His voice was hoarse and dry.
Staring right at Nero, he spoke,
