How to Succeed In Business in a New World

Thrill of the Hunt

    The sun was barely starting to rise when Marie woke me up, when I said we would get an early start I meant in the 9 o’clock range, deadbeat NEET early, not farm early. But apparently she had been up for a while already packing us some lunches and making breakfast. It was just eggs and buttered toast, all things they had plenty of access to here but it still filled me up a good deal, though it did sit awkwardly in my stomach but that was from eating so soon after waking up. But I needed the energy today because we were going on our first quest today. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t both excited and nervous. I was glad that it would be an actual action focused quest rather than bringing a message to someone like most games started you with, but this was no game. If I got absolutely rocked by this thing I’m gonna feel every bit of it. Ideally I wouldn’t be feeling it for too long thanks to the pocket healer but I didn’t even have leather armor or anything to soften the blow or deter any cuts. I hope this Parandus would be much more blunt damage focused rather than depending on scratching and biting, I just didn’t want to test how restoration magic dealt with hunks of missing flesh. Also a few well placed scars were badass but your entire body looking like one of those spaghetti mazes on restaurant placemats where you have to choose the right one that leads to the secret sauce was less generally appealing. I was still extraordinarily groggy throughout breakfast so the conversation was less than stellar to say the least but once we had gotten on the road I was a bit more conversational.

“Since the fur outpost is south east of the city and we’re on the west side we can just cut through.” Doing the geometry in my head it would actually be longer to cut through the center of the city rather than walk along the outside of the wall but there was a stop I wanted to make on the way and my traveling companion didn’t seem to mind the slight inefficiency. 

My secretive stop was of course the library. Since I didn’t have quite as much information about our prey’s vulnerabilities or even abilities, I figured I knew just the place to do some research and just the person who could help us. Not to mention I’m sure Catherine would be pleased to have someone stop by. After stepping in it was clear she hadn’t had much activity yet this morning seeing as she had fallen asleep on her desk.I knocked gently on it to not startle her but my efforts were in vain.

“Huh? Reference section is over there! Oh it’s you. How are you doing?”

“I’m good I was just looking for some information about something called a Parandus, do you have a Bestiary or anything on hand?” 

“You don’t need a bestiary, you’ve got me!” She seemed rather confident for someone that had been laying in a puddle of her own drool a few seconds ago. “I’ve read every bestiary in this place so I can give you more information than any one of ‘em.” After talking her down she started revealing what she knew about our target, it was big as a cow but had antlers and hooves like a deer and it had long thick fur that was apparently popular with many high society ladies as a material for making stoles. I’m not sure if the fact that they can change the color of their fur to achieve a sort of camouflage had anything to do with it or it was just one of those fashion things. No one was exactly sure where they came from but occasional records of them in the area went back hundreds of years. A breeding pair had never been seen anywhere so it was theorized that they were some sort of cursed offspring or otherwise genetic aberration of some other animal. They seemed to be herbivores but were very territorial and were very loose with their definitions of what constituted their territory. If they could see it they considered it their property basically, and they weren’t afraid to muscle anything and everything else out of the area. So not only was it a danger to the humans but also it would drive out the smaller critters that the humans were there for in the first place. I could see why it would merit the reward that it had and why the suggested party was what it was. Sure it probably wouldn’t be much harder to put down than a moose but finding it and not getting rushed by the thing would be the hard part. In the first steps of formulating a strategy I figured that the camouflage could only do so much, after all if it was the only thing in the area then any chewing sounds or snapping branches would obviously be it, that’s also not to mention on its fur would change color, its antlers, face, and any exposed skin would be clear as day, not to mention floating there which in my mind seemed like it would be pretty conspicuous. After our crash course we thanked the librarian for her help and she insisted we let her know how the hunt ended up going, so at least she was confident that we would be making it back alive. As much as I did want to start with a big success as soon as possible I also really didn’t want to die twice in the same week. 

We entered the forest at what I would assume was about 9 o’clock and I had been told that the furrier outpost was a thirty minute hike in. It really was eerily quiet. There weren’t any of the regular forest critters that you would expect, not that I had much outdoorsman experience. It really just boiled down to some school trips and my uncle taking me camping once or twice. Other than that all my forestry knowledge was second hand but it wasn’t like we planned on living off the land for a few weeks or anything my nominal knowledge should serve us just fine, at least until we could meet up with fur traders and get some tips and information from them. Ideally they would be able to give us a few areas to check for it or tell us when it likes to drink from the river, anything to make hunting for the thing less of a stakeout and more of an ambush. I had seen a decent amount of people who hunted as a hobby on various forums throughout the years so I knew that a lot of times they could be sitting out there all day and not see what they were hunting for, and that was when they were hunting for a general type of animal and not one specific animal. But if this thing was as territorial as they said then it might be that he finds us, after all he wouldn’t be much of a king of the hill if he couldn’t find invaders on his hill. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to use ourselves as bait then and just lay as many traps as we possibly can around ourselves so he pretty much has to catch himself in order to get to us, unless he could spit acid or something and just no one had ever seen it before.Or just never lived to tell about it. But someone would have to have happened upon some acid slobber at some point if that were the case right? Well no my main hope for this encounter was that this thing didn’t have acid spit, or it at least didn’t use it on us. That would be nice.

After a little while of hiking we came to the medium cabin on the river puffing smoke out the top. At more or less of a loss at what to do we just knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer it, and sure enough, they did. From the second the door opened a c***k you could tell that this establishment belonged to trappers. They had fur rugs and taxidermized animals in every free space the cabin had to offer, I couldn’t even recognize some of the animals but I wasn’t sure if that’s because they weren’t real in my world, I was just ignorant of what all populated my world, or they were just taxidermist pranks, fabrications of fictitious animals made to fool fools like me. I knew that was how the myth of the Jackelope came to be and I didn’t want to come off as inexperienced to these guys that would metaphorically be signing my paycheck so I just wasn’t gonna mention anything about anything. The man who answered the door was in his thirties or forties but he looked fit and lean, he had a weathered face hidden behind a real outdoorsman’s beard and mustache.

“Hi we saw your quest to capture the Parandus.” It was Marie who broke the ice.

“You two? Are there more of you coming or are you stronger than you look?” As much as I knew the answer was neither, I didn’t want to do anything to inspire any more distrust in our abilities.

“I assure you we’re up to the task. We just wanted to ask a few questions about the creature’s habits. Like where does it usually hang around and what times does it go to drink, any information you have about it would be greatly appreciated.” He told us about a particular clearing not far from here that it liked to spend its time feeding in, apparently it was close enough that he was surprised we weren’t attacked just on our way here. He did invite us inside after that while he kept telling us everything he knew about its behavior. He couldn’t tell us when it would drink but he suggested that as a good time to attack him because not only would his guard be down but there wasn’t much on the bank for him to blend in with so we would be able to spot him somewhat easily. When we asked about trapping it he told us that it was apparently too clever for traps which I somewhat doubted but he was supposed to be the professional. Though from where I was standing it was possible that it was just more clever than him. Just from the books I had read I knew there were lots of ways to trap various animals, like raccoons would try to grab something shiny in a hole and not think to let go if they can’t get their hand it, they had to be something we could do like that, something that would take advantage of it’s physiology somehow. Maybe if we got it to go somewhere where it couldn’t get its antlers out, the only problem would be how to actually do that. Once we were done questioning the man and he was showing us out I had another thought, not one about how to capture the thing but instead what we could do after we captured it, and in a way kill a whole flock of birds with one stone. “If we were to kill the beast, ” I figured calling it a beast and making it sound as threatening as possible would only make us look better when we actually did it. “Would you be willing to buy the fur off of us?”

“Of course, that’s our business after all.”

“Great, then would we be able to borrow a knife? I fear that the weapons I have would damage the pelt too severely to be worth much.” This way I get a weapon, he gets a fur, he can get more furs again, we can get more money, and some old rich lady gets a fashionable accessory. He hands over a weighty buck knife and we set out to keep watch for it near the clearing. 

It didn’t take long to realize that we may be spending the bulk of our day waiting around again but at least this time there was some danger and promise of excitement. But that didn’t stop boredom from setting in within a half hour, at which point I got up from our nest of concealing ferns and twigs to investigate the clearing. I didn’t know what exactly I was looking for until I found it, there were some tracks that looked like they were from something big and on hooves. The prints were too big and deep to just be from a deer and this whole area was supposed to be barren except for our guy. The mud that the tracks were sunken into was starting to cake a bit but it was far from crusty, it must have been from today but I was in no position to offer any more accuracy than that. I also wasn’t quite bold enough to try and follow the tracks, we knew it’d be coming back here so we ought to just hug a tree and wait for it. After all the last thing we needed was to get lost following this trail and only be found by something that wants us gone or dead. Or even just if he comes back while we’re gone and leaves when we’re coming back that’d make us look pretty foolish. Next to the tracks I saw some disturbed plants and took note of what it was eating earlier in case I did have a trap that needed bait down the line. This didn’t seem so hard, I’m sure if I had a few hunts under my belt I could do this stuff with ease. Probably. It wasn’t exactly the type of thing I could see myself doing long term professionally, maybe as a hobby. Not to mention it seemed profitable. At least enough to get a cozy little house out here in the peaceful woods. There wasn’t much of a downside other than maybe falling victim to cabin fever but I feel like I was pretty much immune to that at this point. I mean I should have been patient zero for it a long time ago but—

Next thing I knew I was doubled over, with the wind absolutely knocked out of me. Either my appendix decided now was a good time to go and burst on me or something just rocked me right in the stomach. I crane my neck at great pain and see the brush part and get stomped flat off towards the river. 

“Are you okay?  Are you hurt? Do you need healing?”

I explore my throbbing abdomen with my palm and luckily it all seems dry, so he must have just got me with his skull and not pierced anything with his horns. I would be fine after a minute… or maybe ten. 

In due time we set off down to the river in hot pursuit, or maybe just a tepid pursuit. I still wasn’t really up for running, even being upright was a bit of a pain but I could manage. Now that I knew what this could do I was already formulating a plan. Or rather a few plans. Maybe more than just a few. None of them were very good so I had to have options here. If he was going to try and ram me like that then the obvious thing to do was to sidestep, though that’d be putting me in the way of his pontier bits. Though thinking further if he got enough blood on him then we’d be able to see the splotches of dark red floating through the air and his camouflage would be worthless. Though dousing him with paint or flour would be preferred but I didn’t exactly have a lot of options. We stopped abruptly when we heard the unmistakable sound of an animal lapping up water. We didn’t come up with a plan before coming here which would surely spell disaster for us but he didn’t seem to notice us. I tried my hardest to be as quiet as possible to not give off our position. It hadn’t noticed Marie in the ferns so I knew that it didn’t have god-like senses or anything, that or it had a soft spot for the ladies. As hard as I could couldn’t spot any major weakness that I could use to completely cripple the thing. Since it did just have hooves it wouldn’t be any good at climbing but unless I felt like digging a pit trap that wouldn’t help me much, though it did mean if ever I was in a jam I could sprint up the nearest tree and be out of harm's way. One idea did strike me given how territorial it was but that was classed as a last resort for the moment, I’d only break it out once I was tired of getting knocked around by this thing. We squatted in the thicket a bit longer as it drank from the stream. Poisoning the stream might work, if only I had a few hundred gallons of poison on me. Looking at the beast’s feet again I remembered something from back home. On farms they’d have these grates over roads that they didn’t want cattle to cross and the cows wouldn’t step on them because the grates would have gaps that a hoof would slip into but a tire or human foot could pass over without a thought. Making it from sticks wouldn't be too hard either; the tricky part would be finding an area to place it over. It had to be somewhere without another route and it should be a defensible location. Denying it access to somewhere was good and all but I still needed some way to incapacitate it for long enough to slit its throat. I decided to work under the assumption that something would come to me while I was working on construction, after all I do have the mind of a Tactician, the guy at the guild said so. I motioned to Marie that she should follow as I crept away from the bank to a distance where it would be safe to tell her about the plan in detail. At least, all the details I had.

“So I had an idea.” Of course I couldn’t tell her that the idea was really just to copy what I had seen farmers do, so I’ll take intellectual credit for this idea, just this once. “If we can get a bunch of branches together and make a bridge out of them but put a big enough gap between them that the Parandus’s hooves would slip through, we can get across it but he can’t.” Her face contorted with a concentrated strain of thought for a moment.

“That sounds like it’d work, but how are we gonna use it?” This girl.

“You let me worry about that, just start gathering some branches, about as big around as your wrist.” I started gathering some long twigs that I could use to lash the branches together and once I had decent supply I started the hunt for what would be my crossbeams. It didn’t take long before we had a fair amount of materials, it wouldn’t be the sturdiest piece of work but it’d get the job done, I hope. Some of the particularly long logs we scored with the knife and split by using it as a lever between two trees. Before long the section of grating was coming together, it was about eight or ten feet long and about two feet across, the lashes weren’t the most competent of knotsmanship but there wouldn’t be tractors driving over it or anything so it should be fine. But as I was dreading the process of digging a trench with nothing in the way of tools, I came up with a way to use what nature had given us. We could lay it across the stream and use it as an actual bridge. I was still wrestling with how to use our advantage. The thought of throwing rocks and other forest debris at him was my first thought but it didn’t seem like it’d do much, not to mention we’d be aiming at a moving, and invisible target. Regardless I would feel more comfortable on the other side of the river where I wasn’t going to be decked out of nowhere again.

We carried the makeshift bridge over to the river and crossed without incident, sure it was a bit wobbly but that just meant it’d be even harder for the monster to come across on his maladroit hooves. We crossed a good distance from where we had last spotted him just to be on the safe side, but now we actually were on the safe side of the river. But this advantage didn’t do much, we could have stayed in the cabin and been safe, we weren’t out here to be safe, we were out here to be heroes! Masters of all Creatures! Lords of Nature! But to do that we need to actually exercise a little force. I knew I wasn’t exactly the kind that could overpower anything so I’d need to use some tricks to make my strike and I’d like to be as far as possible from the scene of the confrontation. A trap would check off most of my wish list but just a rope snare wouldn’t cut it, I needed to think bigger. Like a swinging log trap. I had never really seen the mechanics behind one but I’m sure I could figure it out, just some vines, a log and a way to hold it back. The log would be easy to lift if we tied the vines around the log first and then hoist them up and over a branch like a pulley. Holding it back would be the tricky part, it had to be in a way that could be released in an instant. There was no doubt that there was a way to make the target the one to release it but I couldn’t think of any way how. But first I needed a log, bigger the brutaler obviously but I still needed to move it into position, not only that, I had to get it across the river. This genius idea to hide out here was beginning to not seem so genius. By the time I found a log that I could actually move and that wasn’t rotted through to the point it broke apart at the slightest nudge and navigated it back to the crossing my companion was getting rather vocal about breaking for lunch. As insistent that I was that she could help speed up the process she only protested that she was much too hungry to move her body let alone a log. 

“Fine, we can get the log across after we eat, would that make you happy?.” 

“Hurray!” She had been carrying the rucksack with our lunches in it the whole time and could have very easily eaten whenever she wanted but instead she had to wait until she was on the brink of death to start bugging me for permission. We sat down on the log we had just moved to the precipice of the river bank and tucked into our meal. It seemed that sandwiches were on the menu, always a classic for a packed lunch but they didn’t seem to be peanut butter and jelly by examination, or even egg salad. I took a bite and I was surprised, it tasted just like ham and cheese. I opened it up and lo and behold that’s exactly what it was. I guess I didn’t really expect meat on the sandwich but they did raise pigs so there was no reason they couldn’t have it. It’s just that I hadn’t seen them eat any meat, and if you have to take care of a pig for years to get any meat then I’m not sure if I would want it on my sandwiches. Not to mention doesn’t cheese take years to make too? How much preparation was required just for this sandwich? There’s no way it was financially sustainable either right? In my time livestock had their feed scientifically engineered and everything and meat still costs a few bucks a pound, and that’s with the fact that the corn their eating is easier to plant and water and harvest. Chickens and cows will at least give you something the whole time you have them. Maybe that’s why “pig” was always used as an insult, because they were nothing but trouble to raise all for one pay off. But on the other hand pigs had larger litters so maybe this was one of the ones that wasn’t so lucky to make it to a few years old. Meat was supposed to be better from younger animals wasn’t it? After all, veal wouldn’t command such prices despite being a moral gray area if there wasn’t a definite upgrade in quality. It was a good sandwich all things considered. Probably good for replenishing some sodium or what not. It was a little off putting to realize someone was making sandwiches for me again, I wasn’t exactly comfortable with her taking on a maternal duty like this. It made my thoughts feel more strange than they already were. But luckily or unluckily these thoughts were interrupted by a splashing sound just a few decibels louder than the current of the stream. I could have been anything but I’m glad I checked, there was the Parandus marching through the water.

“I really thought it was deeper than it actually is I guess.” He was keeping his face above water walking stalwartly. I suppose I should have anticipated this. He had reached our side now and was marching up the bank, we still had the high ground, but a fat lot of good that was going to do us. The high ground was really only useful if you had weapons of any sort. Well if he could come over here then that meant we didn’t need to carry this log back across the river. Or… We did have a weapon! “C’mon get up!” I yanked on her wrist and started kicking at the log she had formerly been occupying, she got the idea as the dripping pair of horns drew a line of moistened soil up the bank and with both of our backs into it the log went a tumbling down the slope and it was soon accompanied by what could only be described as a panicked braying. “Bullseye!” I didn’t really have much confirmation that it was a bullseye but I was excited enough to overlook that fact. Though I lost a bit of my enthusiasm as the log and presumably the beast got washed away, in a perfect world he would have been out cold at the bottom of the slope with his jugular willing and waiting. I figured it wasn’t worth it to track him down, with any luck the current would carry him out to sea where he’d be devoured by eels. But at the same time, I had a feeling that wasn’t gonna happen, and given how territorial it was there wouldn’t be much stopping it from coming back to us. So it was time to move on to put into action my “if it comes to that” plan. But first we’d need to go back to the trapper’s cabin.

I opened the door just enough to peer inside and get a view of the fireplace on the far wall and as I had hoped the man from earlier was curled up, asleep by the fire. I was more focused on being quiet now than I was when the beast was posing me a threat, I crept in slowly and Marie was following close behind, not entirely understanding why we were sneaking and it would be too hard to explain in just hand motions so I handed here the taxidermied beaver and figured she would at least glean enough to know she should carry it. We made a lap around the single large room and grabbed all the stuffed animals we could make out with, we had to leave the moose head on the wall and the large bear on its hind legs but we had a decent hall of the smaller and medium sized critters. If there’s one thing games had taught me it’s that one of the best ways to take out an aggressive foe from close range while staying concealed is to use the time honored decoy method. Making effigies of myself was a bit too materials intensive but it was just after trespassers in general not us specifically. We set up a few of these puppies all around a single area and when he comes to take back what’s his we can surprise him and get him off guard and I think I have an idea how we can get him. In cartoons dog catchers always have those big poles with loops at the end to get them by the neck, I should be able to jerry rig something in the same vein with long branch that comes to a Y shape and some pliable twigs or vines, of course dogs don’t have antlers so I need to have a good amount of slack to get around his neck but I was confident I could make it work. We weren’t in any immediate danger but I figured we didn’t have all the time in the world, it wouldn’t take too long for the animal to come to his senses and come back to roost. First I set about finding a good sturdy pole piece and then it was poking holes in each end of the split, the knife was not the best tool for the job but it was the best one I had so with some persistence I was able to get the first side bored through, I still wanted to widen the opening a bit so that we could fit a thicker line through. 

“I’m bored, is there anything I can do?” We only had one knife so,

“Have you ever braided hair before?” I plucked some vines and thrust them at the petulant girl. She would probably do a better job of it than me so along with getting our time table on the fast track and shutting her up that was ample reason to have her make the rope. Because as much as I wanted to do a good job I also wanted to do a fast job, I’d rather have this whole charade set up sooner rather than later in case our friend decided to make an unannounced appearance. Even in my ideal scenario this was gonna be tricky but if he came back before we finished our preparations we wouldn’t stand a chance. And we did really only get one chance for this plan, once these taxidermies are splintered to matchsticks and gored of their foam we would only have the real thing left. 

After a strenuous process of making sure the holes were thick but not too thick that the branch would break and lashing some shorter logs around my end so the leverage didn’t snap it so easily I was ready for the threading. My roper was still hard at work weaving the plant fibers into a single long body but I was feeling the clock ticking away so I started to feed what was done through the ports I had dug for it, after tying each end into a thick knot around a twig so there was no risk it would slip through all that was left to do was wait. In a way the waiting was the hardest part, aside from actually doing the work. I was really building up a sweat with all this physical activity  but at least I was also flexing the muscle I really cared about and I was formulating real battles plans and all on the fly too. Maybe the life of a Tactician was for me, working my way up the ladder and becoming a king’s right hand man would surely have its advantages. Not to mention being in a lavish tent a mile away from the actual fighting is the best place to make strategies from. And I wouldn’t be holding myself to any of that loyalty trash, if I get a better offer from some other army I’d switch sides without a second thought. Morals only complicate this game of war. But if I ever did want to be the one choreographing the fights from a safe distance then I had to get out of this one. There wasn’t much I could do but wait but there was a feeling in my gut that said I had done enough waiting, that or it was the blow I had taken earlier acting up again. Unless this was one of those rivalry injuries that would start to burn whenever the one who inflicted it was around but if that was the case then that’d be pretty sad to have one of the more epic motifs taken up by literally the first monster I fight, and one that’d be dead by sundown and be draped around some high society ladies neck by this time next month. But I did check over my shoulders just be sure, not that it would do much considering how easily this thing could escape detection. There was nothing there this time, but for how long would that be the case?

It was only about twenty minutes later when we heard the crunching of fallen leaves and brush, I tightened my grip on the yoke handle and wrapped the slack end of the rope around my palm a few times. This was it, what we had been preparing for. Again we had gone prone in the undergrowth, counting on our hiding spot working out at least until he got within range of my stick thing. I took a breath and centered myself, every muscle in my body was tensed and it would need to be. This thing was the size of an ox and I imagine just as strong. I could only count on leverage to multiply my force, starting with a good baseline would be absolutely crucial. Once I started to tighten the rope then things should get easier as he gets less and less oxygen. So I would need to be at peak performance myself from the first instant. The clopping of hooves got louder and faster, it seems he saw our diversions and they got him mad. I choked back my tool one last time and made sure it was nestled snugly between my arm and side, I’d have to get it right the first time. I briefly wished I had practiced on one of the taxidermies but there was no time for that now. I heard the clopping barreling closer until it was right in my ear and locked my eyes on the antlers, my mind’s eye drew where the body must be and I swung the hefty branch making sure there was plenty of slack in the line. As the vines swung sliced through the air, it was at this moment that I realized how similar this was to a ring toss game at a festival. I had never been good at those but it turned out this was dissimilar enough that I got him. I got him! I thrust the lance of wood forward to try to force him to the ground as I yanked the slack off with my other arm. My entire upper body was in tension and I was trying desperately to keep my feet planted. The tips of the Y were against the ground and the rope was constricting so tightly parts of it were disappearing under the beasts magic fur. As I wrapped the rope again and again around my palm the beast started to verbally protest with a coughing bray but the line was still losing the curve it had around his neck. I half believed his trachea would break before he stopped breathing, and maybe he did too because he gave one last final mighty buck. I was just distracted enough by the fact that the fur furthest from his heart began to lose the camouflage that the buck was enough to send me staggering but I kept my hold despite the pain. As it was I think that broke my arm, if he had been at his regular strength that would have sent me flying and allowed him to escape. I could feel the ends of bone rubbing against each other as he entered his final throes, I could make out his form lying in the dirt now. My arm must have looked as bad as it felt because Marie was shouting about it.

“Your arm! Your arm! Stop! You’re hurt!” Stopping here would be smart for my body, I just couldn’t. But I would be able to stop in a few seconds, the last of his fur had turned to its apparent natural color and his legs stopped twitching. He wasn’t dead, just unconscious. Which meant I had to act now before he came to. I slumped down on my knees next to him and with my off hand drew as straight a line as I could with the knife along the ridge of his neck and let the blood leak out. I placed the hand of my injured arm on his chest and felt the beating of its heart fade into nothing. I had taken a life today.

We talked to the man at the lodge and he gave us a small stack of bills for the carcass and insisted we stay while he skins it so we can take some of the meat home. Marie took this time to heal my arm as best she could and though it felt fine she still insisted I wear it in a sling for the walk home. We walked out of there with a pocket full of cash and a meaty hind leg to take home with us. I counted it as a total success despite my injuries, but on top of this we were going to be rewarded at the guild too, both with the bounty money for the quest and experience points. I felt a heaping mound of pride smoldering in my heart. That was the first time I had killed something in such a personal manner like that. I didn’t think I would become a psychopathic sadist after but only time would tell what the positive feelings connected to the killing would do to me. I’m sure it was nothing to worry about. There wasn’t much else to do but return to the farm for now, we would go to the guild the next morning to collect our earnings and probably pick up a new quest. I also wanted to tell the librarian that the mission was a success. But for now we just headed home with the sun setting over the horizon and painting the skies in front of us with illustrious color.

End of Day Report

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   ¤150.00 Fur sale

Change:  ¤150.00

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