Lin Wu: "I have no artistic talent. When I said the house is nice, I didn't mean the base is nice."
Maya, defeated, admitted, "Alright, the house itself is indeed nice."
Lin Wu: "Nice my ass. There are no resources nearby, only prey outside the town, and the closest water source is a kilometer away, on the edge of the Blood Mist. Tell me what's nice about that?"
Maya laughed irritably and said, "Let's go!" Their death time was four in the afternoon, and now it was already five-thirty.
Maya said, "If we can't find a player by seven, we'll find a building to spend the night in. We're not certain if it's the Night of Faint Light, so we need to look for combustible material. We have at most two hours."
Lin Wu puzzled: "Even if we find a place to stay by seven, two hours later it'll be nine, and won't it already be completely dark?"