"Isn't it just!"
Fercheck tiptoed, trying hard to be seen behind the counter, and wiped a mud spot off his nose.
"Has the intelligence department gotten muddled from drinking magic energy wine at the port? That damned place has vines that bite people; Marsha's boot got a chunk bitten off!"
"The ropes, climbing claws, and three days' worth of dry food we brought were gone in two days. And the supply point has raised its prices!!!"
His voice was sharp, filled with indignation.
Marsha helplessly patted Fercheck's shoulder and gave a tired smile to Korm.
"Trouble you, Mr. Korm. The main issue is the supplies being consumed far beyond expectation, especially the specially made anti-corrosion bandages and marsh disinfectant, which are deadly expensive and limited."
Korm quickly verified the vouchers while expertly operating the screen, sighing without raising his head.
