Party! Ever since Lia —the Party Girl— moved in, there's always been a party for no reason. And you're not up to partying, honestly, considering you've just killed Hannah, one that you considered a friend. Yeah, you saved Terraria, but... it hurt.

Kylian and Marcus are like that too, honestly. You three are sitting with a blank face, holding a beer the Tavernkeeper —William— gave you three, just thinking.

Kaitlin —the Nurse—, Wilbur —the Merchant—, and Elysia —the Dryad— looked worryingly at you. They had met you in the early stages of this. You had long hair, a smile, and a hint of a shimmer in your eyes. Where did it all went? Probably it flew after Brian —the Guide— died. You had Cole now, but it wasn't the same. Cole was the love of your life, but it didn't feel the same with him than it did with Brian.

The others were trying to avoid the grim atmosphere, but our dear Arms Dealer had to speak.

"C'mon guys," Markis said. "It's not like she was a good friend or someone worth crying for."

"Markis... You're threading on thin ice." John —the Clothier—, scolded. Darz and Batnoam —the Goblin Tinkerer and the Dye Trader respectively— only nodded.