"Do any of you want the meat?" Frost asked the three with a gentle smile. Better to give away the meat than have it simply be recycled by the monster lair.
"Eh?" The man who seemed to be the leader of the group was caught by surprise not expecting such a response.
"I said do any of you want the meat?" He repeated his question while rising to his full height and dusting off his clothes with clean up magic. He also withdrew his chakra dagger, appearing far less menacing.
"Y…you're offering us the meat?" The leader asked nervously, afraid to draw the ire of Frost. The meat of a D-rank frost lizard was a highly desired commodity and could be sold for a fair amount of coin or if one was confident in their cooking skills it could be made into a glorious dish. The group with their skills would be hard pressed to gain such a material by their own merit, Frost's offer was tempting but they were still wary.
