Antuak’s house was cozy; warmth emanated from the wood burning in the fireplace. Yi-An and the three human players sat at the table, and Antuak served them warm potato soup. At first, the human players were hesitant to try the soup, but after they had a spoonful, they couldn’t stop themselves from gulping it down. They ate quietly for a while. It was difficult to strike up a conversation amid the silence.0

Finally, Antuak spoke with a smile on his face. “Is there something you want to ask?”0

“Um…” Yi-An and the three human players eyed each other.0

Eventually, the female sorcerer initiated the conversation.0

She asked a question no one else had dared to ask. “The person over there… is she sick?”0

The sorcerer’s gaze was directed at something behind Antuak. An orc lady was lying down on the bed, staring blankly into space with a blanket up to her neck. She blinked occasionally, but all she did was lie still. There was something sentimental about her gaze as if she was looking off into an unknown place others couldn’t see. She hadn’t reacted at all even when they entered her abode earlier. Her eyes were a dull gray, which made it look as if the original colors of her eyes had faded away.0

Antuak smiled bitterly as he murmured to himself, “Bul’tar....0