Morning comes to Fellsmark, the sun casting a soft light to the world. Inside the Nikos' room he had enough good rest, he stretched as he got up, slipping onto his coat and heading toward the window to survey the scene outside.
Through his room window, he could see small merchants queuing in front of the caravan. Those merchants, mostly small-time traders, were keen on buying monster parts—bits of hide, bones, claws, and the more common parts of the monsters.
Down below, Liriel and Marielle moved between the caravan, negotiating the sale of small portions of monster parts.
The air buzzed with the hum of voices, the clink of coins, and the sharp scent of freshly monster corpses.
Liriel handed over a carefully wrapped package of goblin ears to a short, rotund merchant whose eyes gleamed at the sight of the goods.