85: Restricte Dunegon Entry - Part 2

The mountain air was crisp and carried the scent of damp earth and pine. Hidden beneath the thick canopy of trees, three figures moved carefully through the underbrush, their boots barely making a sound against the uneven terrain.

Two of them were hunters, armed to the teeth with enchanted weapons and gear meant for taking down powerful prey. 

Their guide, however, was no ordinary tracker. He was a Warden—a man meant to uphold the laws of magic, yet here he was, leading these two into restricted territory for a price.

One of the hunters, a burly man with a thick beard and an eye patch, grunted as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

"Oi, Guide. You sure this is the right place? You made it sound like we'd be walking into a goldmine of rare beasts. But all I see are trees and dirt" 

He muttered, turning to glare at the man in front of him. 

The second hunter, a lean man with sharp features and piercing green eyes, scoffed.