Baleg was waiting for them when they came to turn in their mission report.
"This is a miracle, truly. I send you off to get one rhino pregnant, and you find ten young ones in the savanna!" He exclaimed.
Armaros rubbed the back of his head.
Yes, a miracle.
One done with tons of mana. He had wanted to make more rhinos, but Leander had not let him. Saying that he would begin to use his muscles for fuel again.
"I have no idea how you did it," Baleg continued, amazed. "But your pay rose. Fifty gold coins for each rhino."
"Are you kidding me?" Jean asked, gaping. "What, were you going to send us to the two rhinos every year?"
"I was! There is no shameful quest, it is written in the adventurer's handbook," Baleg grinned at him, with a grin full of teeth. He looked fiercer when he smiled than when he frowned. The Try Hard Party wanted to be like him, one day.