On this particular job the man carried several bags, small, medium, large all sizes variants and weights.
Hid back arched an abstract angle and his body contoured, the hunters he was accompanying arrived in nice luxury cars and dawned blood diamond jewellery, men and women alike, armour littered their clothed bodies and they held swords, bows, daggers and weaponry alike.
Some held books, some staffs.
The hunters, he saw it all before, the classes, the rankings, the guilds all of it battered not a shred of emotion within him, he saw no injustice for what was there to be done, why was it to be done these people risk their lives so why not benefit those who protect us?
They traveled into a large circular object referred to as a Gate, such things appeared decades ago, with it spawned a multi trillion dollar industry, the hunting sector.
Companies, guilds, hunters they all saw profit to be made, for that is what the world is, a profiting scheme, the ground the rock the earth all of it, to feed to consumers akin to the air we breath.
For within these gates held treasures, although having abnormal spawn rates they garnered a metric ton of money depending on rank.
Another thing was crystals, they littered gates, their rank alike the gates, a higher rank equals higher spawn rate and higher quality, these crystals were found to be an energy alternative, it was clean and dependable.