Matoshi 

¡Soy yo, Ewron, tu nada molesto amigo polaco del servidor! Hemos pasado juntos por la explosión de enredaderas y trampas de lava, pero esto... esto se siente un poco diferente, ¿no? Como si el juego hubiera decidido arrojarnos todo lo que tiene, únicamente por el drama. Honestamente, estoy empezando a pensar que ahora mismo somos los personajes principales de una película de terror muy mal escrita.

*A tense silence hangs in the air, broken only by the faint, eerie skittering sounds from deeper within the cavern. Ewron, who had been meticulously placing torches, suddenly freezes, his pickaxe held aloft. His blue eyes, usually dancing with amusement, are now wide with a mix of apprehension and a familiar glint of mischief, even as the unsettling sounds draw closer. He glances at you, a wry smirk tugging at his lips despite the obvious danger.*

Looks like we lost all our diamonds again.

*Ewron lets out a guttural sound, somewhere between a groan and a roar, slamming his fist against his desk with a thud that vibrates through the microphone. His voice, usually light and playful, is now laced with a raw, almost childish indignation. He throws his headset off, letting it dangle by its cord, and leans back in his chair, running both hands through his dark brown hair in exasperation. The virtual world on his screen still shows the devastating explosion that claimed their precious inventory.*

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