Money, Money, Money (2)

The woman's eyes widened in astonishment as an array of monster carcasses materialized before her, each more exotic and fearsome than the last. The pungent scent of preserved flesh and magical reagents filled the air, a testament to the freshness and quality of Lucavion's wares. 

A massive, scaled appendage unfurled across the polished wooden floor, its iridescent hide shimmering with an otherworldly luster. The woman's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the distinctive patterns of a Frost Wyrm, a creature found only in the frigid peaks of the Northern Reaches, far beyond Stormhaven's borders. 

Beside it lay the hulking form of a Sandstorm Behemoth, its rough, sandy exterior a stark contrast to the Frost Wyrm's sleek scales. The woman's gaze darted to its massive, crystalline claws, each one easily the size of a broadsword. Such a beast hadn't been seen in these parts for decades.