“I got no idea of why we’re needing to carry ice blocks around either,” Lena sighs as she glances at her ice block.

She could feel the numbing cold on her fingers, thinking that if they don’t get to put them some place where they don’t melt, they will have hypothermia for weeks. Normally back at home, she is totally fine with carrying some bags of crushed ice from the grocery shop, but this is getting out of hand as the man’s irritated glance at the golems has told her.

“Do you have an idea of what to do with these blocks?” she asks the man, hoping that he has the answer.