Seth was quite impressed with the single hunt they'd just completed, already doing mental calculations about their earnings and potential profits.
"A pair of horns, the fur and the skin, its beast core... if we can just take a few down in a single night, we'd make a fortune!"
Cale immediately shut down his enthusiasm. "Don't go dreaming, you idiot."
Nex chimed in with hope in his voice. "Hehe, with this amount of loot, won't we earn a decent bit if we do it daily?"
These people, guess they forgot about the entrance fees entirely, Cale thought bitterly, knowing that their excitement was premature without accounting for the daily two-gold cost per person to even access the beast garden.
Night came quickly, and they hunted for about eight more elks of different sizes, each hunt becoming slightly easier as they refined their strategy and understood the beasts' patterns better. The rhythm of hunt, kill, harvest, repeat became almost mechanical in its repetition.
