Hill lived a leisurely life that was occasionally troubled, unaware that Bex was having a bit of trouble because of his Space Box.
Bex cried, missing the beautiful large box that had been robbed by the elders of his tribe who had come to observe the Undead Tribe at the seaside.
Bex's presence was easily driven off by Hill, who knew that Hill intended to use this box to store items traded with him, but Bex still decided to brazenly stay.
At a glance, Hill looked like a pampered son of a rich family from the human world. Any mage who had dealt with sea monsters knew that they were in great need of such beautiful things that wouldn't decay in the seawater.
And it was so practical! It could almost fit all of Bex's belongings.
When trading with human mages, they knew to use those huge metal boxes, which were hideously ugly. Except for the weak magical beasts that used them as nests, nobody liked them.