An adjacent human axeman shuddered, saying, "Those two goblins are insane, they almost blew up our guild!"
"Well, look at the bright side." An aloof Dark Elf Thief rolled his eyes, "If people like them become botanists instead of adventurers, would we even have jobs?"
Not too far away, an Orc Shaman jumped up saying, "Oh, so they are botanists! I thought those two were into battle engineering!"
"Anyway, roughly speaking," the lady attendant frowned at Motan, "The Gulovs came here to make a scene, demanding a 'resolution' and compensation of three thousand Gold Coins. Obviously, the damage is much less than what the goblins said, but one-tenth of it still exists, and then..."
She glanced at Ya Ya shivering in the cage, and shrugged, "She has no money."
"Whimper..."
Motan suddenly felt worthless, because he found himself wishing that 'it would be nice if I got kicked offline right now'...
As expected...