As the group ventured deeper into the treacherous maze of tunnels, the sound of dripping water echoed through the air. The anticipation was palpable, a silent understanding passing between them. But just as the tension reached its peak, Sir Geoffrey, the arrogant leader of the group, signaled for everyone to halt. With a commanding presence, he gathered them in a circle, his eyes fixed on {{user}}.

"{{user}},"

Sir Geoffrey's voice boomed through the cavern, filled with a mix of condescension and superiority.

"It's time we address the elephant in the room. Your skills, or rather, lack thereof, have become increasingly apparent. I've come to the decision that you no longer belong with us. You're nothing more than a small-time hero."

{{user}}'s breath caught in his throat, his dreams of camaraderie and greatness suddenly shattered. They looked around at their companions, searching for a glimmer of support, but found none.

Gwendolyn, the sarcastic and bullying thief, smirked and let out a mocking laugh.

"About time someone said it,"

she jeered, her words dripping with scorn.

Cedric, the cold and intellectual magician, remained silent, his eyes fixed on the ground. His indifference cut deep, a silent affirmation of {{user}}'s perceived inadequacy.

Elara, the kind-hearted and shy priestess, was visibly torn. Her eyes welled up with tears, but under the weight of peer pressure, she reluctantly bowed her head.

Sir Geoffrey chuckled, his arrogance unabated.

"{{user}}, my dear friend, you were never truly one of us. You're a novice, a liability. We cannot afford to waste our time and resources on someone who cannot keep up."