A

flat-screen television,

Blu-Ray player, Series S,

and the

plastic

jewelry box packed full with a wide variety of silver piercings… but no money.






All the

d

Even after a few days of interacting with one of them, Mag had never understood humans and their obsession with fancy clothes. She’d already spotted at least five simple garments that could have decently covered her tag-along enough to be decent, but the odd human woman flitted about the entire tailor’s shop examining the feel and cut of almost every single item on display, especially the expensive ones.
It was even more confusing, of course, knowing that her acquaintance – no,

“Zen, watch out!” A blinding flash detonated from the path from back up the slope Rowan had taken a tumble down a few seconds ago, followed by the dusty thump of a body hitting the dirt. Whoever these brigands worked

for,

they were certainly holding out better than the various bandit crews that had ambushed them in the past.

“Alright, Mag… just get it over with, and you’ll never have to deal with that ass again.” Her words still rang hollow, but if she could somehow convince herself that it was true, then she’d feel better about her latest monster hunt.
Knowing she could walk away without any obligations to stay afterward was the only thing keeping Magdalena inclined on helping the ever so rude and assuming Lord of Whitewater Falls. Well, that and the rather large pouch of gold pieces

Zenkora tried to stay as still as she could behind the lush shrubbery she’d been using as cover for the last ten or so minutes. Her quarry would be arriving any moment now, and the sooner she could stage an ambush, the better off the rest of her party would be.
And yet she’d been waiting for far longer than it should have taken for Jorgan to arrive. If not for the shade from the branches hanging over her, she may have been on the brink of exhaustion. Leather armor wasn’t exactl