"What have you done? What is all this?" The Guild Master shouts at us, on sight of our little convoy of carnage.
"I may have gone a touch overboard. Sorry Guild Master." I console him. He can't yell at me much, I outrank him. But everyone else is in hiding.
"The bags in the pickup box are all proof of kills. There's some more in the trailer. We stored our stones already, so don't worry about that, we won't need to exchange them." I explain
"The bus and the rest of the trailer are full of anything that looked good. Precious metals, magical objects we couldn't identify, more enchanted weapons than we knew what to do with."
Many of which are way too large for human use, but enchanted steel is still valuable. The giants daggers make lovely great swords though. I kept one for days like this when I need more reach than my saber can give.
