It is his loot, why not?

John shrugs his shoulders, seemingly making his decision as he carefully grabs the armour. He doesn't get shocked this time luckily as he removes it from the stand before placing it in his bag.

He chucks in a few more swords before the bag is filled, making sure the chestplate is covered before closing the bag up and turning to the others who are doing the same.

"Are we ready?" John asks.

"Seems so, if I carry any more, these bags will burst" Kyuala responds as she lugs two betty bags onto her shoulders.

"We've got all the Kalær weapons, the rest is just regular shit. We're finished here" Amilia comments as she strains to hold onto her bag.

"Shall I dispose of the rest before we depart?" Terra asks before getting a quick response from Kyuala, "If anyone wants to come in here for a few steel swords and a few cracked bows, let them take the loot".

Terra simply nods in agreement before picking her bag up however to everyone's surprise, she lifts it up with absolute ease. Kyuala and John are impressed with Terra while Amilia is just in shock with her jaw almost hitting the ground.

She simply stares at the elven women who in appearance isn't scrawny but isn't exactly muscular either, toned would be the best description for her John thinks to himself as they all look on.

"So, are we going?" Terra says, causing the three to break their stares as they head back out into the cave system.

OUTSIDE THE CAVE:

Daffodil and Lani are outside the Darkcross' hideout, sitting on the wagon, waiting for the others to come out with the spoils.

Daffodil is fiddling around with her crossbow when she decides to ask, "Hey wee one".

"Yes?" Lani replies.

"I'm curious, wits it like being a fairy? Like, do yous go to a big fairy school and learn the fairy stuff?" Daffodil asks as she continues to tinker with her crossbow.

Lani clears her throat before answering, "Ahh, well, since the moment we're born, we're practically learning every detail as much as we can about the world, but we're never **** to. It's inherently in our veins to learn, almost like the blood coursing through us. When we're old enough, we go to the Academy of Fairy Knowledge Enhancement".

"Ooh, sounds fancy, what's it like?" Daffodil asks as she now looks at Lani.

"In simple terms, it's massive. Imagine the biggest palace you and then imagine it ate like 5 more, you can get lost in it's hallways for hours upon hours. The stairs alone could lead up to the existence above existence and gosh, don't even get me started on the books in the hundred libraries" Lani replies with a smile on her face.

"Woooah..." Daffodil simply replies, taking a moment before continuing, "Pretty sure mah brains frazzled just trying to imagine it".

The two laugh for a few moments, sharing a moment on new found comraderie as they wait for their friends.

As they begin to settle down, a noise emanates from the woods which forces their gazes to snap toward the tree line.

Daffodil whips her crossbow towards the trees and begins scanning every little detail.

"Do you see anything?" Lani asks.

Daffodil doesn't respond, instead, she keeps her concentration on the trees. Every little bush adding more and more nerves to her already spiking nervousness.

The duos hearts beat out of their collective chests as they wait for any sort of movement, noise or sign of something or someone being there.

The deafening silence is interrupted as the gurogans begin to freak out. They're grunting and breathing like bulls, their legs unable to stay still, the cart slightly rocking as they accidentally pull it back and forth.

Daffodil tries her best to keep her crossbow steady but it's a failing battle so she quickly puts her crossbow down to grab a hold of the reins of the gurogans.

Daffodil tried her best to get them to settle down but as she tries to pull them back, Lani then shouts, "Daffy!".

Daffodil whips her head up and time seems to slow down as she sees a hulking wolf-like creature with spines protruding from its back and broken fur at the base of those spines.

Its face looks like it has been pulled back or at least shrunken from the skull. Blood red eyes peer at the two women, sending pure fear up their bodies as it stalks toward them.

Daffodil swallows her fear as she scrambles to pick up her crossbow, nocking an arrow as quick as she can before aiming said bow toward the creature and lets the arrow fly...