They continued to hastily descend down the mountains as they fought off any monsters which would dare to stand on their path. The wariness and tension they had around John had also significantly decreased as they spent more and more time with him.
The frosty snow was ever so cold as it landed on their heads, creating a small glaze of pure white. It was at times like these where the fur robe would be useful to all.
"Thank god, I paid for a fire enchantment on my robe… It's so cold…" Muttered Satire as she shivered
Shara nodded in agreement upon hearing this, which was difficult for satire to understand as Shara was using a simple cloak with no fur, she was surprised Shara hadn't made a single complaint about the cold.
"Ha ha, why do that? It's a waste of money. Just get a simple robe." Said Hexo
'You're one to talk…' Thought Satire as she frowned at him
"Finally, someone understands!" Said The Guild Master as he smiled at Hexo