Chapter 68: The need for a new invention

They got out of the dungeon, clean and refreshed. With Marcellus walking side by side with Chavu, his fingers brushing the Naga's every so often.

Only to find people before the cave's entrance. The gnomes were at their table, eating breakfast, and not minding the newcomers at all. Which was strange for them, as they usually told Chavu about visitors. Heck, the system did the same, most of the time.

"Hello," Chavu greeted, and then people began to crowd around him.

"I don't want to brush my teeth with my finger. That is unhygienic," a man yelled. Chavu blinked.

"Well, wash your hands beforehand," the Naga told the man, as if this was the obvious solution to the problem.

"You have to invent us something to brush our teeth with, or we will stop buying your toothpaste," another woman threatened. Marcellus leaned into Chavu's side and whispered in his ear.