In fact, the museum owner's name is very long. Pulapa once heard the owner mention it, but for some reason, rather than that name which represents the achievements of forebears, it prefers to be called "Night."
After assigning today's tasks, the owner left.
The Hunting Museum rarely had visitors, and even if the owner was away for a long time, it wouldn't affect anything—there was hardly any business to speak of.
With no customers, Pulapa found it odd how the owner made a living. He hadn't been in Lassudral long, so perhaps the owner had other means of livelihood?
Following the owner's instructions, Pulapa passed through the vast main hall to the Exhibition Room.
The Exhibition Room displayed various hunting specimens, but these were mostly empty shells. They looked lifelike, but beyond skin and skeleton, they were hollow inside.
Pulapa walked past the specimens to the rear of the Exhibition Room where there was a tall wall.