They both knew the raw truth behind the beast raids.
Southwest wilds? Beast-overlord tank: dragon queen Twilight Queen. Fresh scar: her lone spawn smoked.
Culprit? [Royal Arcane Guild] boss's golden boy.
Bummer base: dame beef. Guild pup and dragon crown-prince? Same human crush. Rage-blackout: boy rigs trap, pins peasant-carve on prince—Sacred Boundary Pact smash—and wham, curb-stomp exec.
Sacred Boundary Pact? Dusty truce, endless meat-fang wars cold-call ender.
By-book: fifty-mile no-go bubble 'round burg, village, or road-vein? Beast-bar. Cross? Hack-free-for-all, hurt or zilch. Flip: human wilds-plunge buffer-beyond? Own-peril crapshoot.
Out-buffer? Wild Abyss—fang free-for-all.
In-buffer? Kingdom Realms—human hustle.
Fence-basics: elbow-room, bite-back live. Perks? Pass-slips for swaps, spawning gigs like Fisk's kill-trade.
Beast Alchemist? Fang-fluency pro, brew bash-balm shots.
Dragon heir? Permit-pop realm-roam cake. Boy? Fake-pin yank, shield-strip.
Mom-melt? Volcano. Queen demand: Guild fork killer.
Guild head? No drone. King's Earth Mother badge—Demi-god freak, legend-rung world-scarce.
Demi cough fave for dragon-maul? Face-rip her and crew.
Guild all-in: prince Pact-bust legit.
Peon-gulp fine; beast-boss? Snort-fuel. Queen swarm-unleash: arm-twist raw.
Bounty-blast: ten knight-noggins swap one Awakening Essence vial.
Awakening Essence? Street-swill no. King-heist sip. Elite Beast Alchemist brew-lock—Fisk tiers-shy. Play? Dumb-beast brain-bump, cult-climb kick.
Fang-folks? Litter-luck no-guar? Drool-dream priceless.
Ten domes, one vial.
Hope-dome? Coin-craze now. Crown-Guild gag-grind. Spill? Fang-lure solo?
Sides leash-light: Queen poke-prod, no civ-cull. Guild fault-fall? Defense-dug.
Fisk-Darian? No-slice pie. "M'lord," Fisk probe-soft, "escort-dip no?"
Lucius gut-rumble. "Nah, masters. Glow-loan. Your shine? Kid-freak ease."
"Leak-lock?" Darian dig.
"Noble whelps, not gutter-grub," Lucius wry-lip. "Hide-bust. Shire muzzle? Fool's gold."
Darian sync-nod.
Fisk crease. "Bazaar fresh-drag, m'lord. Brace-drop."
"Hit," Lucius grave-pin.
"Shadow Cliff bounty-fresh," Fisk unload. "Three Flame Crickets bounty."
Shadow Cliff? Black-biz enigma-king, rule-steel order-hold. Bounty-blitz rare-snag, bazaar-dog open-bid. Payoff? No flash—Cliff chip: sane-wish bazaar-boxed.
"Flame Crickets?" Lucius noggin-rub.
Fisk unpack: "Lava-hop mini-crickets, melt-gut homes. Unicorn-rare. Tome-trawl: last-haunt hit." Beat-build. "Lord Gov, haunt-hint?"
Lucius grin. "Fisk, desk-jockey overload. Vibe says shire-touch?"
"Nix—flank," Fisk tweak. "Ancient Tomb Wastes edge."
Room-frost bite.
Ancient Tomb Wastes? Shire-close dust-hell sprawl. Lore: Celestial-butler giant-boneyard mega.
"Lava-lurkers..." Darian muse-hush. "Wastes post-pop, Celestial-chase dig-mad. Tunnel-swiss whole. Cricket-cave prime."
Lucius cord-tug. Kingdom-wall-map un-spool. Trio swarm.
Lucius grey-blob stab. "Three vein-cross. This," finger-snake SW-NE, "shire-cap bullet-line."
Nail-head.
"M'lord," Darian grim-whis, "bazaar head-hunters hopeful-eye too?"
"Threat live," Lucius deadpan.
Fisk sigh. "Freak-spot why. Hopefuls launch. Hunters Wastes-clash. Queen vial-hook? Noggin-side-grab likely. M'lord, kid-shield? Side-road must."