I'm Going To Kill You
"Im-impossible!"
"What the heck is this insane power!"
"If it were me instead of Simgut..."
The adventurers forming a ring around them shuddered in utter dread as they realized that they had just brushed against death out of sheer greed. This handsome rookie was not a naive greenhorn at all, but a tyrannosaurus posing as a chicken in a barnyard.
Both waddled on two legs and couldn't fly, but it would be a stupid mistake to think they were of the same kind!
Leaning on the fourth-floor balcony, the seasoned adventurers of Lodunvals who happened to be watching were equally astonished. Elduin, the dazzling Dawn Elf, bore a constipated expression, while the dwarf Bhammod had dropped his beloved beer pint.
At odds with the rest of the crowd, there were also several warriors like their leader and one of the scarred women who merely frowned, but if there was one among them who wore an icy expression, it was Ruby.