The tavern near the Adventurers' Guild was unusually noisy and crowded. Adventurers of all ranks were excitedly discussing the news: a village of "witches" had recently been discovered near the city, hidden in the forest. This was both a potential source of income (a witch's head was worth a good sum) and a source of risk (no mage could match the power of even a newborn witch). The adventurers were discussing and arguing heatedly Adventurer 1 (Gold Rank): "Yeah... I bet brave souls from all over the kingdom will flock here!" Adventurer 2 (Silver Rank): "I'll set out with my squad tomorrow and earn a couple of gold coins!" Adventurer 3 (Copper Rank): "Lure some young witches into a trap and finish them off? I remember your 'hunting' methods..." Adventurer 2 (Silver Rank): "It's none of your business how I hunt! You've been at copper rank for about a month now!" Adventurer 1 (Gold Rank): "Okay, enough. Stop arguing. By the way, I was thinking about something: I want to try taming a witch. There are collars that block all magic... and then it's just a matter of whips and hunger until she becomes as soft as silk. After all, they're all beauties and never seem to age..." Adventurer 4 (Gold Rank): "Like Isaac? You know, the one who caught the witch and drags her around naked on a chain like a dog..."