"Right now… I think I just ran out of hawk eggs. But I've still got some behemoth boar on hand. Want me to whip some up for you?"
"... Mind if I take a look in your cooler?"
Shrugging, Bil replied, "I don't, but that's a peculiar question. Come. I'll show you…"
Zac sighed and followed the two men into the kitchen. "Bolton, you should just calm down. Lightning Chateau has already–"
"I know, but there's nothing wrong with me checking as well," stated Bolton. "It doesn't seem like Bil here is registered with any hunting guilds, so he won't be included in their detailed investigation."
"What's happening?" Bil asked, pausing as his hand gripped the handle of his walk-in cooler.
"Nothing," insisted Bolton, grabbing the handle as well, "I just want to see your cooler."
Zac called out, "Bil, you don't need to–"
