The sound of wood crackled as more was thrown in the fire, hoping to satisfy its almost endless hunger... Joan sat down beside the fire, pulling out a pouch and counting the amount of money she had recieved from completing her contracts.

— Damn...

She cursed under her breath; it wasn't a whole lot, a measly three gold and six silver, but she supposed that's what you should expect as a mercenary... Recently, there have been talks about a rare monster having been spotted. Rare monsters aren't that much different from what adventurers or mercenaries normally face, aside from the fact that rare monsters often are intelligent... Joan had hoped to find the monster, after all, she would receive a pretty penny if she did capture it, alive or dead; she was quite interested in this new rare monster... Still, it was getting late, so instead she decides to set up camp.