In an antique courtyard, the head of the Taylor family, Sly, had just woken up from a nap and made himself a cup of coffee.
A man in armor hurried up to him, "Mr. Sly, I just found out—David is selling materials at low prices in the central square. Someone reportedly bought a third-tier ferocious beast's skeleton for just 5 silver coins!"
"Spit—" Sly sprayed his coffee, staining the documents on his table a brownish-yellow, incredulous at what he had heard, he asked his subordinate to repeat, "A third-tier ferocious beast's skeleton, for how much?"
After confirming there was no mistake in the information, a brief blank filled Sly's mind.
Last month, to hunt down a third-tier ferocious beast [falco albicilla], they had sacrificed six ferocious beast hunters, including one second-level Beast Master, at a great cost.
All for something now being sold for 5 silver coins?
