Darryl ignored their laughter.

He shrugged while picking up an empty ceramic jar from the floor. There were many bottles and jars left behind in the cave. It was uncertain who left them there.

He rinsed the can, looked around, and said, “Justin, William, and Kent. Take off your shirts.”

“Why should I do that? Are you crazy?” Kent shouted.

“I need fire to produce the elixir and all the twigs are wet from rain, so I’ll need your shirts for fire,” replied Darryl calmly.

Justin yelled, “Why did it have to be our shirts? What don’t you use yours? Don’t you know that we might catch a cold in this weather?”

Darryl replied, “Fine, your shirts are more important than Nancy’s life.”

How dare you!

Kent was furious. “Fine! I’ll give it to you. I shall see what you’ll do if Nancy doesn’t wake up later.”

The three of them looked at each other and started removing their shirts while everyone laughed at them.

A fire was soon set up with the ceramic can boiling as Darryl started producing the