Denise suddenly stands up. The back of her knees hits her chair, and it stumbles backward. The other warriors and mages glance at her. When they see what’s happening, they return their attention back to their work. “That’s black market stuff. We can’t do that! That will be cruel,” she whispers, a grave look on her face. “I know I burned monsters and we experiment on monsters’ parts here, but not all monsters hurt humans. Not all deserve to be burned alive. If you make it legal, they will hunt even those kinds of monsters!” She’s sounding a lot like Master Orson. “I apologize for my mage’s rudeness, Scepter Holly. But I think that what she’s saying is for the balance of the monsters outside. We can’t kill all the aggressive monsters. We can’t cause their extinction. Teremun did that befor

