Emergency at the outpost

Uriel woke up the next morning hoping to finally have some free time for himself, only to have his plans ruined by a new crisis. All of his friends were gathered in the living room waiting for Uriel to show up.

"Is there really nothing you can do? We have a lot of it and I only want to use a little bit." Medusa begged Nika who remained unconvinced.

"No, we have a lot of ore, but not refined metal. Besides, we need to pay our debts first."

"Uriel, tell her something."

"I'll side with Nika on this, it would be a waste of money."

The extruding process was too slow for Medusa who was dying to craft weapons and gadgets out of the precious metal.

  "Come on, Uriel, you promised you would help me find the whereabouts of the Air spirit people." Sam pouted.

"Uhm, buy me a plushie." Luna tugged on Uriel's shirt.