With empty stomachs, they dashed some water onto the smouldering embers of their campfire and walked back to the road before heading to Losla.

It was about lunch time before they saw the first sign of Losla: the adventurer association perched on a large hill overlooking the somber village.

They couldn’t help but wonder how someone from such an insignificant village – one without any walls – deserved such a huge bounty. Dead or alive.