Percival knew about Beast Markets, but he'd never actually been in one before. In Crimson City, the first city that welcomed travelers into Southmarch, Beasts and their parts and products were a serious commodity.
Percival didn't expect this. In fact, Beasts were a high commodity in many other cities as well. He was only fortunate that a city in the province he had chosen to hide in was one of them.
The Crimson Menagerie was an assault on the senses. The air was thick with the scent of wet fur, ozone, and the coppery tang of fresh blood.
Not to forget the body odor of over a hundred people squeezed against each other, going about their various objectives whether buying or selling.
Percival looked around the place. There were cages of reinforced magically-treated steel lined up on the muddy thoroughfares.
These cages held everything from screeching D-Rank Wind-Talons to slumbering, massive C-Rank Ironhide Bears.
