The sun had begun its descent behind the Godstone Mountains shortly after the battle had ended, with the devastation from the battle, leaving a large clearing alongside the road where Mikaru decided to set up a campsite for the evening.
"Ai yah!" Ling'er gasped, her eyes widening as the Parthrak conjured a dozen medium-sized boxes out of thin air. She hurried over to him, her curiosity piqued, "How did you manage to do that?"
"It's nothing special." The young man's nonchalant response only deepened Ling'er's curiosity. He pointed behind him as Daveed dismantled the goblin corpses, placing the useful trophies into his inventory, "Everyone in the Darkwing Guild has access to this subspace that Master Astrahart calls the inventory."
