Zoro and Crispin walked through the hot dungeon. “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” Zoro asked. “It is hot. It’s the second level of the dungeon, it’s meant to be hot.” Crispin sighed. “Did you not bring something to cool down with?” Crispin asked. “No…?” Zoro asked. “Zoro, why?” Crispin sighed. “Um, not sure.” Zoro responded, embarrassed. “Take this.” Crispin offered Zoro a freezing cloth. “What is it?” Zoro asked. “A cloth enchanted to always stay cold.” Crispin said. “What about you?” Zoro asked. “Don’t worry about me, I’ve got my own.” Crispin laughed. “So you brought a spare?” Zoro chuckled. “Of course, I’ve heard stories about you and wanted to be safe rather than sorry.” Crispin chuckled. “Of course.” Zoro laughed. Hot magma bubbled on one side of them. Zoro threw the cloth over his neck, and continued walking.