Florin came, carrying a dead chicken in her hand. Blood was still dripping from its corpse and littered on the floor while she smiled at the others.
"This would only take thirty minutes," she said. "Do carry on with your conversation, and don't mind me."
Way to go in making things awkward. I didn't know if I was just assuming things, but I think she didn't like our guests.
<Who would? They seek shelter and want to take everything but offer no compensation in return. They demand food but do not even offer any help. They were guests in another's home, but they acted like the lords and ladies of the house. They're truly evil! That's what you should aspire to be, Host!>
I'm not listening to you.
We tried to chat like normal, but the sound of the knife against the chopping board was so loud that it didn't really fit as a background sound for a casual conversation.
The others contemplated for a while until Edgar broke the short silence.
"Whatever. I'd rather stay here than wander outside. It's dangerous wherever you go, anyway. At least here, I'm well fed and have a roof over my head."
"I'm going to stay here too," Sheryl seconded. "I'm not going anywhere with that rain outside."
Brago stared at Ford, Emi, and Megu, silently asking to take his side.
- END -
Until further notice.