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Plon and the group of three women that were along with him for the current assessment were patiently waiting. They didn't stay out of sight of the warehouse but were still just walking through the grassy areas here and there.

"Oh come on, I thought he just needed to go to the toilet or something," one of the women complained. "But this is taking a lot longer than a toilet break."

"I know what you mean," the other sighed and knelt down to the point where the long grass was almost touching her nose. "The longer we are out here, the more I can imagine them just getting everything for themselves."

"Hey, hey, just save your breath, alright," Plon replied. "We are all wanderers just like him, and we were probably in the same situation at one point.