They made their way outside; they were uncharacteristically silent. Everything so far had not gone according to what they expected. Even Atrox wasn't feeling the satisfaction of clearing the ruin.
They made their way over the snow-covered ground. Atrox studied the environment, his eyes laid back. 'This ruin is really useless. Even the environment can't be used for things like farming. The snow that's covering everything makes it hard to do anything reasonable'
Even the palace itself is worthless because it's made of ice... Maybe we should have brought the workbench? At least we can sell that for scraps' Atrox laughed inwardly, then sobered up as he thought of all that had happened since.