The drow shook off the beads of blood gathered at the tip of his sword before returning the blade to its sheath. He had overworked the blade today, so the edge was already starting to dull. He would have to remember to sharpen it at the camp tonight.
A pile of bodies lay on the muddy ground, all of their ears carved off by the base. Autumn had yet to arrive, but the winds here were as harsh as the beginning of winter. The rulers of Vassar's Gate have attracted adventurers to come and clear up the evil creatures that infest the land with bounties so that the dangerous territory could be developed.
"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three... Twenty-six goblin ears, eight ogre ears, and three half-giant ears!" Nidia counted the bloody pile of ears happily, calculating the day's earnings with h
