Ah, Andorhal (7)

On the other side of the battlefield, Remilia, along with Kindi and Karasha, hid behind Roderick under the protection of the Night Elf guards, watching the fierce battle between both sides with great interest.

"Hey, Remi, how can you still eat? The Ghouls' brains have been smashed out!" Kindi forced herself to endure the nausea as she watched limbs fly across the distant battlefield, then looked at her friend eagerly chewing dried fruit beside her and complained fiercely.

Though the young Druid said nothing, her eyes remained fixed on Remi's puffed-up cheeks, silently supporting the pink-haired Gnome's complaint.

"This is the bearing of a commander: staying calm in the face of change. You know, when the King of Lordaeron learned that the human coalition had completely defeated the Orc Horde beneath Blackrock Mountain, everyone else jumped up in excitement. Only he calmly continued playing chess, and that was why everyone admired him."

"As mages, we also need to cultivate this super-calm mindset. Didn't Teacher Morris say that even if an enemy's weapon was already thrust before your eyes, you still couldn't mispronounce a spell? Now is the best time for us to train our composure."

Remilia righteously refuted her friends, pulling dried fruit from her pocket and stuffing it into the hands of the pink-haired Gnome and the young Druid.

"What is this? It's pretty tasty."

Karasha decided to deal with the food before her first. With a light bite, it crumbled into small pieces. It was crisp and fragrant, deliciously savory, and left her wanting more.

"Roasted peanuts. I have no idea where my brother got them, but they make the perfect snack." Remi caught Kindi's little hand as it reached toward her pocket. Whenever the pink-haired girl saw something tasty, her inner foodie returned.

"Stop messing around. This