The forest that was located far from the kingdom basked in golden light, its canopy filtering warm rays that danced across the clearing.
A group of four adventurers lounged beneath the trees. Their laughter echoing between the trunks.
They were amateurs that were new to the trade but burning with pride after their first real hunt. The carcasses of a few killed monsters lay off to the side, already stripped of useful hides, claws, and their cores.
Their campfire crackled softly, sending thin trails of smoke curling through the leaves.
"This is not a bad thing for a half-day's work, guys," said Ryn, a young man with a messy mop of brown hair and a grin too wide for his face. He leaned back against a log, stretching his legs and sighing in contentment. "When we sell these parts, I will buy a decent sword so that I don't use that rusty scrap from the guild's reject bin."
