While Strax was... enjoying himself during training, the soft sound of wooden wheels rolling over cobblestone echoed inside the luxurious carriage. Beatrice, Cristine, Monica, and Samira were seated on plush red velvet armchairs, each lost in her own thoughts as time passed.
"At least we managed to rent a new carriage. After killing so many bandits, we looted enough to cover the costs," Beatrice said, glancing at a bag overflowing with gold coins.
"Don't remind me... who knew bandits had so much money lying around during a hunt? Are they stupid or something?" Monica questioned, prompting Samira to laugh out loud.
"It's adorable seeing you make assumptions," Samira chuckled. Being the guild master, she was well-versed in the real reason behind their wealth.
"Then explain it!" Beatrice demanded.
