“Another weird creature. Wonderful.”

“Acid flies. Okay, that’s completely wrong.”

“That’s definitely a bug. And it’s really ugly. If I could take it to a scientist back home, I bet I’d be famous. Since I can’t—go away, would you?”

“…Why’s it got four legs? I thought bugs had six.”

“Right. Well, there’s only one thing to do in a situation like this.”

“You. Get off.”

“Ahh! Owowowowowow!”

“That’s for all of you.”

“Tribes and tribulations. Excuse me, Miss. Watch the blood. If that [Guardsman] asks…pretend you never saw me. I’ve got to get this to the [Butchers] before the Acid Flies are all over.”

“Typical. You go for the top half because the antlers are worth money to the [Alchemists]. Nevermind the intestines being good for sausage or all the organs like the liver and—stop growling at me. I know, Shield Spiders. Damn it. Alright…let me check the quality of the meat. Give me a few minutes. And get a bucket of water and wash yourself off. You’re going to attract Acid Flies.”