The potions are limited, not every thief can get a share of the expensive alchemy potion.
Those who don't get any can only take out the healing Holy Water from the Radiant Sanctum to make do.
Thus, these thieves grumble and curse while drinking the Holy Water they bought from the Radiant Chapel.
"Damn! These crooks, ugh, they've diluted the Holy Water with regular water again!"
"The recovery speed is excruciatingly slow..."
"I've estimated that the wound won't heal until tomorrow morning."
They enviously look at the thieves who managed to grab the 'alchemy potion.'
"Hey, are your injuries all healed?"
"That pumpkin's just one breath away from going down, if you're all healed, go finish it off now!"
The thieves who got the 'alchemy potion' fall into an eerie silence.
Parfait suddenly coughs, interrupting the injured ones' 'injury exchange,' "Cough, cough!"
Everyone looks at him.
