Colin's heart felt heavy.
This winter disaster felt more severe than any before.
He felt that if Kase went back north, he would undoubtedly face immense trouble. In fact, for a cursed Half-Orc, heading to a north swarming with refugees was nothing short of a suicide mission.
But with his homeland and his people suffering from a disaster, no one had any reason to stop him.
'Should I go north with him to check things out?'
Setting aside whether a low-level Adventurer like him could even help, Colin sighed. The trip north would cost sixty Gold Coins. 'So am I just going to let this Half-Orc—my only brother right now—go back there to die?'
SNAP!
A finger snap echoed beside his ear.
Coming back to his senses, he saw the Half-Orc looking at him with a frown. "What are you thinking about?"
Colin looked around and realized the convoy had arrived at its destination.
