Look At Yourselves
Earlier, on Lucia and Ulfar's team.
"Humph, can't say we're finding our way any easier since we've split up," Syrbarun declared, his tone thick with pessimism.
"Oh, do shut up, Syr," Siri rebuked curtly. "And instead of grumbling, how about helping us find a solution?"
"..." The Vrusug responded, a picture of contrition, like a child caught in the midst of a naughty act.
"What worries me is the fact that no Digestors have attacked us yet," Lucia commented, idly swirling her sword as if to alleviate her boredom.
Speak of the devil, Ulfar halted abruptly, catching his comrades off-guard. Syrbarun, inattentive, bumped his head against Ulfar's back.
"Ouch... What's up, bro?" The minotaur grimaced, examining the horn that had taken the impact.
With a flabbergasted look, Ulfar turned to him before casting a displeased glance at the offending horn. 'Should be me asking that. Without my armor, I'd have been skewered…'