'W-Where the hell did these damned goats come from?!'
When he and Loki were at the foot of the mountain, there were barely any low-ranked beasts.
Now, there was suddenly a group of seven, B-ranked humanoid goats!
Iberians were quite the loose bunch, usually living on their own in the mountains. Rarely did they group up like this.
"Y-You damned thieving goats! I'm warning you. Hand that core over! I've worked hard for that!"
He didn't exactly work "that hard" for it, but it remained the fact that it was he who risked his life fighting the Cragstalker.
The core was naturally supposed to be his.
Hal knew that thieving monsters wouldn't understand him; it was just he felt extremely frustrated that, somehow, there was a huge group of dangerous monsters he had to deal with before he could reap his rewards.
He wasn't even sure if he could take them all on.
