Finder’s Fee

"When will that damnable bitch give up!" A handsome elf by the name of Itorin slammed his fist onto his desk.

The Gray Wolf woman they brought in had won every single fight since her arrival. They even put her in ten fights in a single day, but still she endured. Seteste did not frequently receive pure-blooded beastmen as slaves, so Itorin was quick to blame her stamina on her race. However, the handful of pure beastmen still broke long before this one.

Even attempts at humiliation did not work. First, they chose an awful fighter name for her. Then they gave her skimpier and skimpier armor. For one fight they went the opposite direction and outfitted her in full plate mail despite her fighting style relying on quick movements.