Howard cast a final glance at the valley where the wolfrats resided, uncertain of what it would look like upon his next visit.
If the Rodel military were to intervene, there would be no chance for these wolfrats to survive.
The army operates differently from adventurers; the former acts upon orders, while the latter is driven by profit.
Should the command be to eradicate the wolfrats, the army would not cease until not a single one remained in the area.
With a firm pull on the sled, Howard left without looking back.
It was getting late, and if he didn't make it back before the gates of Rodel closed, he'd have to spend the night in the wilderness—a prospect far from appealing.
Fortunately, the valley wasn't too far from Rodel, and it was near the smooth, well-traveled royal road.
Otherwise, the adventurer's guild wouldn't have posted a quest to hunt wolfrats.
Once back on the road, Howard's pace more than doubled.
