Arad and Aella walked into the guild's butcher. Looking around, they could see tens of slathered monsters.
Arad pushed the door open, "Is someone here? I brought some corpses,"
"We call them carcasses. Did no one teach you that?" A short, bearded, buff man with a bloodied apron approached them with a knife. "Did the guild send you?"
Aella closed her nose, "This place stinks," She took a step back, "Let's hurry."
"You elves don't like meat. Is that right? I bet you will change your mind after trying a nice, juicy brisket." He pointed at a cow carcass in the back.
Aella stared at him with a wry smile, "Are you trying to feed an elf some meat? You know we can't digest that. It's not that we hate it."
"I'm just passionate about my cuisine." The man giggled, walking toward a large table and pointing his knife toward Arad. "Where are the carcasses? When will they arrive?"
