Spamming Objectives for XP • 11

When they were done, Aeric dusted his hands off. They gathered the beast scores and packed them into the bag of supplies that Misty was carrying.

Aeric heard his sister moan a little due to the added weight of the cores. "Wait," he said to the girls and then walked towards her.

He held the back and made rough cuts to fashion a smaller bag from Misty's oversized supply sack. He then placed the newly downsized bag in his hand and filled them with the beast cores they'd collected.

Then he tied the back and hooked it on his waist belt, the cores snuggled insides.

"There," he said, straightening up. "Smaller bag means less weight. In case something happens, you'll be able to move quicker."

Misty clutched the bag, her cheeks reddening. "T- thanks, Aeric," she stammered, her voice soft.