"Listen," Brutus glanced at Slag, Doug, and La-Rhuan. "The Dragon Scale Mushroom is a very rare species. Even a small one can cost five gold pieces. The shamans in the South would gladly pay us. It will enrich their magic potions."
"I'm not sure we'll find the mushroom," Slag grinned as if laughing at what they would do with a medium-sized basket on their backs. "Just an exercise in futility. We're pathetic, for sure!"
"Well," Brutus chuckled, as did La-Rhuan and Doug. "At least, we can pick other types of mushrooms even if we end up with only two to five pieces of silver."
"Or," La-Rhuan smiled and winked at Slag. "For us to eat. See? Nothing is wasted, Slag. Nothing!"
"Oh, perfect!" Slag raised his hands high as if praying to God. "This is so perfect!"
"You idiot!" Doug laughed again.
Just as they were about to reach the other end of the old stone bridge, they heard a subtle ringing sound that forced them to cover their ears with frowns.
