A few furrowed their brows, tightening the grip on their blades. Most stayed where they were, but a couple of students backed off immediately, not seeing the point in this.
The more angry ones eyed the leaf boy down. He was standing in front of the corpse, which looked ripe for the taking.
"Every other corpse has been looted. Who knows how many creatures there will be. I need this," a kid said in a stern tone.
"There was an agreemen--" Lyrian tried to say, but was abruptly cut off.
"Screw your damn agreement! I want Riftstones, damn it! Look at you, you wear leaves on your body for fuck's sake, why do you care about money?"
Lyrian clenched his jaw on hearing this. He stared at every single one of them under his hood.
His head eventually met Jiller, who stood amongst the fray. After shrugging, the boy said, "Sorry... we gotta split this. I can't let you have it all. You got all the stuff from that big axe lizardman as well."
